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1. To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise | 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, | 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, | 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 | 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 | |||
Which never hath an ending. | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-08-15). Score information: A4, 1 page, 19 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Title: To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Composer: Arthur Sullivan
Tune: Golden sheaves
Lyricist: William Chatterton Dix
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 87. 87. D (iambic)
Language: English
Instruments:a cappella or Keyboard
Published: 1874
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Original text and translations
English text
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
Which never hath an ending.