To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise (Arthur Sullivan)
- (Posted 2010-08-15) CPDL #22086:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-08-15). Score information: A4, 1 page, 19 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 1874
Original text and translations
1. To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
In hymns of adoration,
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise,
With shouts of exultation.
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
The Hills with Joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
That even they are singing.
2. And now, on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Before Thee thankfully we lay
The first-fruits of Thy blessing.
By Thee the souls of men are fed
With gifts of grace supernal;
Thou who dost give us earthly bread,
Give us the Bread eternal.
3. We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labour ends with sunset ray,
And rest comes to the weary.
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves, for evermore
To garners bright elected.
4. O blessèd is that land of God
Where saints abide for ever,
Where golden fields spread far and broad,
Where flows the crystal river.
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours today are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest song