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Heap High the Farmer's Wintry Hoard

Author: John Greenleaf Whittier Hymnal: Worship in Song #43 (1996) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Autumn First Line: Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Lyrics: 1 Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has autumn poured from out her lavish horn! Through vales of grass and meads of flowers our plows their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and showers of changeful April played. 2 We dropped the seed over hill and plain beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain the robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon its soft and yellow hair. 3 And now with autumn's moonlit eyes, It's harvest-time has come, We pluck away the frosted leaves, and bear the treasure home. Oh let the good old crop adorn the hills our fathers (forbears) trod; Still let us, for his (this) golden corn, send up our thanks to God! Tune Title: ELLACOMBE

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alford; Hugh Hartshorne Hymnal: Children's Hymnal #153 (1957) Topics: Autumn-Harvest; Autumn-Harvest Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin; God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. 2 All the blessings of the field, All the stores the gardens yield, All the fruits in full supply, Ripened 'neath the summer sky, All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land, All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores. 3 These to thee, our God, we own, Source whence all our blessings flow, And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Come, then, thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; come to God's own temple come, Raise the song of harvest home. Languages: English Tune Title: [Come, ye thankful people, come]

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alfrod Hymnal: Worship in Song #42 (1996) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Autumn Lyrics: 1 Come ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin; God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. 2 All the blessings of the field, All the stores the gardens yield; All the fruits in full supply, Ripened 'neath the summer sky; All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores. 3 These, to thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Come, then, thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

I Walk the Unfrequented Road

Author: Frederick Lucian Hosmer, 1840-1929 Hymnal: Singing the Living Tradition #53 (1993) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Transcending Mystery and Wonder Autumn Lyrics: 1 I walk the unfrequented road with open eye and ear; I watch afield the farmer load the bounty of the year. 2 I filch the fruit of no one’s toil — no trespasser am I — and yet I reap from every soil and from the boundless sky. 3 I gather where I did not sow, and bend the mystic sheaf, the amber air, the river’s flow, the rustle of the leaf. 4 A beauty springtime never knew haunts all the quiet ways, and sweeter shines the landscape through its veil of autumn haze. 5 I face the hills, the streams, the wood, and feel with all akin; my heart expands; their fortitude and peace and joy flow in. Languages: English Tune Title: CONSOLATION

Praise to God, Immortal Praise

Author: Anna L. Barbauld Hymnal: Children's Hymnal #147 (1957) Topics: Autumn-Harvest Lyrics: 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o’er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores— 3 These to thee, our God, we owe. Source whence all our blessings flow: And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Languages: English Tune Title: [Praise to God, immortal praise]

We Plow the Fields

Author: Jane M. Campbell; Matthias Claudius Hymnal: Children's Hymnal #151 (1957) Topics: Autumn-Harvest; Autumn-Harvest First Line: We plow the fields, and scatter Lyrics: 1 We plow the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered By God's almighty hand; He sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breeze, and the sunshine, And soft refreshing rain. 2 He only is the Maker Of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey him, By him the birds are fed; Much more to us, his children, He gives our daily bread. 3 We thank thee, then, O Father, For all things near and far; The seedtime and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food; Accept the gifts we offer, For all thy love imparts, And, what Thou most desirest Our humble, thankful hearts. Languages: English Tune Title: [We plow the fields, and scatter]

Blessed are the pure in heart

Author: Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander, 1823-1895 Hymnal: The Sunday School Hymnal #208 (1899) Topics: Autumn Lyrics: 1 Blessed are the pure in heart, They have loved the better part; When life’s journey they have trod, They shall go to see their God. Till in glory they appear, They shall often see Him here; And His grace shall learn to know In His glorious works below. 2 When the sun begins to rise, Spreading brightness through the skies, They will love to praise and bless Christ, the Son of Righteousness. In the watches of the night, When the stars are clear and bright, “Thus the just shall shine” they say, “In the Resurrection day.” 3 When the leaves in autumn die, Falling fast and silently, “These,” they thing, “that now seem dead, Shall in spring lift up their head.” God in every thing they see; First in all their thoughts is He; They have loved the better part;— Blessed are the pure in heart! Tune Title: [Blessed are the pure in heart]

All My Memories of Love

Author: Anna Akhmatova, c. 1888-1966; Mark L. Belletini, 1949- Hymnal: Singing the Living Tradition #336 (1993) Meter: 7.5.7.5 D Topics: Autumn and Harvest Lyrics: 1 All my memories of love hang upon high stars. All the souls I’ve lost to tears now the autumn jars; and the air around me here thickens with their song; sing again their nameless tunes, sing again, and strong. 2 Willows in September touch the water clear, set among the rushes tall of the flowing year. Rising up from sunlit past comes the shadowed sigh running toward me silently, love to fortify. 3 Many are the graceful hearts hung upon this tree. And it seems there’s room for mine on these branches free; and the sky above the tree, whether wet or bright, is my ease and comforting, my good news and light. Languages: English Tune Title: ADORO TE DEVOTE

A Firemist and a Planet

Author: William Herbert Carruth, 1859-1924 Hymnal: Singing the Living Tradition #343 (1993) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Autumn and Harvest Lyrics: 1 A firemist and a planet, a crystal and a cell, a starfish and a saurian, and caves where ancients dwelt; the sense of law and beauty, a face turned from the sod — some call it evolution, and others call it God. 2 Haze on the far horizon, the infinite tender sky, the ripe, rich tints of cornfields, and wild geese sailing high; and over high and lowland, the charm of goldenrod — some people call it autumn, and others call it God. 3 Like tides on crescent sea-beach, when moon’s so new and thin, into our hearts high yearnings come welling, surging in, come from the mystic ocean whose rim no foot has trod — some people call it longing, and others call it God. 4 A sentry lone and frozen, a mother starved for her brood, and Socrates’ dread hemlock, and Jesus on the rood; and millions, who, though nameless, the straight, hard pathway trod — some call it consecration, and others call it God. Languages: English Tune Title: NEW ENGLAND

Praise to God, immortal praise

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #549 (1870) Topics: Seasons Autumn Lyrics: 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ; All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow. 2 All the blessings of the fields, All the stores the garden yields, Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain-- Lord, for Thee our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 3 Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that genial summer pours, All the plenty summer pours, Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores; All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow. 4 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss and public wealth, Knowledge, with its gladd'ning streams, Pure religion's holier beams-- Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Languages: English