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- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2020-12-14). Score information: A4, 11 pages, 162 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: God the All-Fatherly
Composer: Alfred Hollins
Lyricist: J.G Johnston et alcreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
First published: 1915
Description: Originally published by Novello and Co.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
God the All-Fatherly, gracious Bestower,
Grateful, we praise Thee our Bountiful Lord:
Thine is the hand that has guided the sower.
On through the year to the reaper's reward.
Naught can we offer but willing obedience;
Into our lives Thy great love Thou hast sown,
Gather, we pray Thee, our sheaves of allegiance,
Harvest our hearts and make them Thine own.
O Lord, how manifold are Thy works!
in wisdom, in wisdom hast Thou made them all.
O Lord, how manifold, how mani fold are Thy works!
the earth is full, is full of Thy riches.
The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O Lord,
and Thou givest them their meat in due season.
Thou openest Thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of ev 'ry living thing.
O Lord, how manifold are Thy works,
the earth is full of Thy riches.
What shall I render unto the Lord for all His benefits toward me?
God the All-Fatherly, gracious Bestower,
Grateful, we praise Thee our Bountiful Lord:
Thine is the hand that has guided the sower.
On through the year to the reaper's reward.
Naught can we offer but willing obedience;
Into our lives Thy great love Thou hast sown,
Gather, we pray Thee, our sheaves of allegiance,
Harvest our hearts and make them Thine own,
Praise ye the Lord.