Till to those lofty heights we soar, 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 3 With grateful hearts the past we own; 4 In scenes exalted or deprest, Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days. Rev. Philip Doddridge, 1755. Ab. and alt. LOWELL MASON (1792-1872), 1832. I. THE God of harvest praise, In loud thanksgiv-ings raise Hand, heart, and voice; The valleys laugh and sing, For-ests and mountains ring, The plains their tribute bring, The streams re - joice. 528 Thanksgiving for Harvest. 2 Yea, bless His holy Name, Amidst your mirth. 3 The God of harvest praise; From field to garner throng, Bless ye the Lord. James Montgomery (1771—1854), 1853. Ab. and alt |