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Show Hymn For Summer' bloom and Autumn'i blight. For hi n ding wheat and blasted ma ize, For health and i icknea, Lord of And Lord of darkness, hear our praise ! Wo trac to The our joys and WOCI To Thee, of causes still the cause We t lianlc 'I hue that 1 hy hand bestows be-stows ; Ve b!ea Thee that Thy love withdraws. with-draws. V bring no sorrows to Thy throne; V e come to Thee with no complaint; com-plaint; In Proviclt nce Thy will is done, And that is sacred to the saint. H rre, on this blest Thanksgiving Night, We raise to Thee cur gratefulj voice; For what Thou doest. Lord, is right; And, thus believing, we rejoice. From "Oitter-S weet' by J. G. Holland. |