A HARVEST HYMN.
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Oh thanks to God whose love abides
And scatters bounties everywhere;
Who in the heart of Nature hides
The germ of His unfailing care!
And scatters bounties everywhere;
Who in the heart of Nature hides
The germ of His unfailing care!
More rich than Autumn's robe of leaves
Should be the garments of our praise,
And ampler than her ample sheaves
The charities that crown our days.
Should be the garments of our praise,
And ampler than her ample sheaves
The charities that crown our days.
More fragrant than the meadow's breath
The incense of our souls should rise
From life's rude altars wreathed by Faith
With borrowed bloom from Paradise.
The incense of our souls should rise
From life's rude altars wreathed by Faith
With borrowed bloom from Paradise.
Oh, dearly then could we behold
In flowers that fade and fruits that fall
Sweet hints which earthly gifts infold
Of treasure stored in Heaven for all.
In flowers that fade and fruits that fall
Sweet hints which earthly gifts infold
Of treasure stored in Heaven for all.
