Genesis 8:21-22

• [Gen 8:22] Bountiful Harvest

  We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest That now has been gathered and garnered with care; Rewarding the toil of the sower and reaper, While all in its blessings may share. Refrain For the bountiful harvest We praise Thee, we thank Thee and bless Thee, O Lord: For the bountiful harvest We praise Thee and bless Thee, O Lord. We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest, We praise Thee for sunshine, the dew and the rain; For soft summer breezes so gracefully bending The bright golden billows of grain. Refrain We praise Thee, O Lord, for the wonderful token That shines as it shone on Thy servants of old, The pledge and assurance that seedtime and harvest From earth Thou wilt never withhold. Refrain We praise Thee, O Lord, for Thy wonderful mercies, And while to Thy glory our voices we raise, O Thou that regardest the prayers of Thy people, Accept our thanksgiving and praise. Refrain

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• [Gen 8:22] God The Father! Whose Creation

  God the Father! Whose creation Gives to flowers and fruits their birth, Thou, whose yearly operation Brings the hour of harvest mirth, Here to Thee we make oblation Of the August-gold of earth. God the Word! the sun, maturing With his blessèd ray the corn, Spake of Thee, O Sun enduring, Thee, O everlasting Morn! Thee in Whom our woes find curing Thee that liftest up our horn. God the Holy Ghost! the showers That have fattened out the grain, Types of Thy celestial powers, Symbols of baptismal rain, Shadowed out the grace that dowers All the faithful of Thy train. When the harvest of each nation Severs righteousness from sin, And archangel proclamation Bids to put the sickle in, And each age and generation Sink to woe, or glory win; Grant that we, or young, or hoary, Lengthened be our span or brief, Whatsoe’er the life long story Of our joy or of our grief, May be garnered up in glory As Thine own elected sheaf. Laud to Him to Whom supernal Thrones and virtues bend the knee; Laud to Him from Whom infernal Powers and dominations flee; Laud to Him the co-eternal Paraclete, forever be.

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• [Gen 8:22] Praise To God, Your Praises Bring

  Praise to God, your praises bring; Hearts, bow down and voices, sing Praises to the glorious One, All His year of wonder done. Praise Him for His budding green, April’s resurrection scene; Praise Him for His shining hours, Starring all the land with flowers. Praise Him for His summer rain, Feeding, day and night, the grain; Praise Him for His tiny seed, Holding all His world shall need. Praise Him for the winter’s rest, Snow that falls on nature’s breast; Praise for happy dreams of birth, Brooding in the quiet earth. For His year of wonder done, Praise to the all glorious One! Hearts, bow down and voices, sing, Praise and love to nature’s King!

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  source: Cyberhymnal