We
gather
together
to
ask
the
Lord's
blessing;
He
chastens
and
hastens
His
will
to
make
known;
The
wicked
oppressing
now
cease
from
distressing,
Sing
praises
to
His
name;
He
forgets
not
His
own.
Beside
us to
guide
us,
Our
God
with
us
joining,
Ordaining,
maintaining
His
kingdom
devine;
So
from
the
beginning
The
fight
we
were
winning;
Thou,
Lord,
wast
at
our
side;
All
glory
be
Thine!
For
the
beauty
of
the
earth,
For
the
glory
of
the
skies,
For
the
Love
which
from
our
birth
Over
and
around
us
lies,
Lord
of
all,
to
Thee
we
raise
This
our
hymn
of
grateful
praise.
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!
We
all
do
extol
Thee,
Thou
Leader
triumphant,
And
pray
that
Thou
still
our
Defender
wilt
be.
Let
Thy
congregation
Escape
tribulation;
Thy
name
be
ever
praised!
O
Lord,
make
us
free!
