Page 236 - Voices in Praise
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514 Lord, behold our glad
        The canefields wave in greeting,                        rejoicing
        Clad in their verdant dress; And citrus fruit swing
        slowly In golden loveliness.                            Verse 1
                                                                Lord, behold our glad rejoicing

        Chorus                                                  On this glorious harvest day. Hear your people
        Praise Him all ye people                                praises voicing, Listen as we humbly pray.

        With Harvest hymns of Joy,
        O give to God His need of Praise,                       May our land with all its treasure,
        And love without alloy. 2/4                             Know the gently falling rain;
                                                                Yield its crops in fullest measure:
        Verse 3                                                 Citrus, pears, bananas, cane. 1/3
        We thank you, for the sunlight
                                                                Verse 2
        On each day newly born,
        That blends with rain in blessing                       For the glory of our sunshine
        The tender ears of corn;                                Giving warmth to all our days;
                                                                For our lovely palm-fringed coastline, Gracious

        That ripens into beauty                                 god accept our praise.
        Fair fruits of every kind,
        Bananas, pears, star-apples, And cherries               See the host of flaming flowers
        purple-lined.                                           Set our gardens all ablaze,
                                                                Red hibiscus, golden showers,
        Chorus                                                  Poincianas, sing your praise. 2/4
        Praise Him all ye people
        With Harvest hymns of Joy,                              Verse 3
        O give to God His need of Praise,                       Mountains stand in awe-some grandeur;
        And love without alloy. 3/4                             Valleys lie serene below, Telling of Creation's
                                                                wonder,
                                                                Of the gifts that you bestow.
        Verse 4
        Young coconuts encircle
        The warm heart of the trees,                            For our country great Creator
        Beneath the green boughs hiding, That rustle in         We would render praises due.
        the breeze.                                             Fair as morning you have made her,
                                                                Make our people lovely too. 3/3
        Nature her many voices                                  HOME
        Each day with joy uplifts! Shall we not thank our
        Father For all His wondrous gifts?                      515 Loving God, we come with
                                                                thanks
        Chorus                                                  Verse 1
        Praise Him all ye people                                Loving God, we come with thanks o'er flowing
        With Harvest hymns of Joy,                              Grateful for your gifts so free: You created this
        O give to God His need of Praise,                       our  fertile country That we'll not lalck anything.
        And love without alloy. 4/4
        HOME                                                    Great Creator! Great Creator!
                                                                Praises come from near and far!
                                                                Alleluia! Alleluia! Allelulia! 1/3



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