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Poem
November 1, 1837
Danbury Times
Danbury, Fairfield County, Connecticut
What is this article about?
An original hymn of thanksgiving to God for agricultural blessings, fertile lands, harvests, livestock, homes, and divine promises, sung at a celebration of the Essex Agricultural Society in Topsfield, Massachusetts.
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The following Original Hymn was sung at a late
celebration of the Essex Agricultural Society, at
Topsfield, Mass.
Father, like an altar fire,
Let our grateful thanks arise;
Tune our hearts, our souls inspire,
Hear us in the open skies.
Hear us while we bless thy care,
For the soil we love to till
For each mead and pasture fair,
For the forest and the hill
For the field of ripened grain,
Falling 'neath the sickle's gleam,
For the cultivated plain.
For the fertilizing stream.
For the lowing herds that graze
On each free New England plain,
For the cheerful woodfire's blaze.
For love's welcome evening strain.
For the promise thou hast given
Of a seed and harvest time;
'Tis a promise firm as heaven-
Sweet to us as music's chime.
For thy shielding wing of grace,
O'er our happy homes outspread,
For each high and hallowed place.
Where our Sabbath prayers are said.
For the noble path we tread.
Where we see thy works abroad-
May we be by wisdom led,
And our souls be thine. O God!
celebration of the Essex Agricultural Society, at
Topsfield, Mass.
Father, like an altar fire,
Let our grateful thanks arise;
Tune our hearts, our souls inspire,
Hear us in the open skies.
Hear us while we bless thy care,
For the soil we love to till
For each mead and pasture fair,
For the forest and the hill
For the field of ripened grain,
Falling 'neath the sickle's gleam,
For the cultivated plain.
For the fertilizing stream.
For the lowing herds that graze
On each free New England plain,
For the cheerful woodfire's blaze.
For love's welcome evening strain.
For the promise thou hast given
Of a seed and harvest time;
'Tis a promise firm as heaven-
Sweet to us as music's chime.
For thy shielding wing of grace,
O'er our happy homes outspread,
For each high and hallowed place.
Where our Sabbath prayers are said.
For the noble path we tread.
Where we see thy works abroad-
May we be by wisdom led,
And our souls be thine. O God!
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Hymn
Thanksgiving
Agriculture
Harvest
Essex Society
Topsfield
New England
Poem Details
Subject
Sung At A Late Celebration Of The Essex Agricultural Society, At Topsfield, Mass.
Key Lines
Father, Like An Altar Fire,
Let Our Grateful Thanks Arise;
Tune Our Hearts, Our Souls Inspire,
Hear Us In The Open Skies.
For The Promise Thou Hast Given
Of A Seed And Harvest Time;
'Tis A Promise Firm As Heaven
Sweet To Us As Music's Chime.
And Our Souls Be Thine. O God!