Harvest Festival - 8

Praise, O praise our God and King:
Hymns of adoration sing:
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Praise him that he made the sun
Day by day his course to run:
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

And the silver moon by night,
Shining with her gentle light:
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Praise him that he gave the rain
To mature the selling grain:
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

And has bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield:
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Praise him for our harvest-store;
He has filled the garner-floor:
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss:
For his mercies still endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Glory to our bounteous King;
Glory let creation sing:
Glory to the Father, Son,
And blessed Spirit, Three-in-One.