4. Dear Lady of the Rosary Red roses cast we down, But let thy fingers weave them Into a worthy crown; For how can we poor sinners Do aught but weep with thee, When in thy train we follow Our God to Calvary. 5. Queen of the Holy Rosary, What radiancy of love, What splendor and what glory Surround thy court above! O in thy tender pity, Dear source of love untold, Refuse not this our off’ring, Our flow’rs white, red and gold. NCH 498 1. Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home All be 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. 2. We ourselves are God’s own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield Wheat and tares together sown Unto joy or sorrow grown. First the blade and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear, Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3. For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home From His field shall in that day All offences purge away. Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4. Even so, Lord, quickly come, Bing Thy final harvest home. Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin. There, forever purified, In Thy garner to abide, Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest home NCH 503 1. I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel’s God! He made the sky, And earth, and sea, with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure He saves the oppressed, He feeds the poor, And none shall find His promise vain. 3. The Lord pours eyesight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the lab ring conscience peace, He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And grants the pris’ner sweet release. 4. I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. NCH 528 1. A diligent and grateful heart Prompts me to sing thy praise, Thy love and mercies from the start Have bless’d me all my days. 2. I thank Thee for the means to serve With talents and with tithes; For sharing brings the utmost joy When lifting other lives. 3. My thanks I give for stewardship To minister through deeds, To serve and share with patient care Thy people in their needs. 4. O Lord, I dedicate my all In this response to Thee. Help me to magnify this call In deep humilty. 1946 MRS. CECILIA JOHNSON 2025 90 A Loving Farewell
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