Fair waved the golden corn
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Fair waved the golden corn in Canaan's pleasant land, When full of joy, some shining morn, Went forth the reaper-band. To God so good and great Their cheerful thanks they pour; Then carry to his Temple-gate The choicest of their store. Like Israel, Lord, we give Our earliest fruits to thee, And pray that, long as we shall live, We may thy children be. Thine is our youthful prime, And life and all its powers: Be with us in our morning time, And bless our evening hours. In wisdom let us grow, As years and strength are given, That we may serve thy Church below, And join thy saints in heaven. |
En! seges aurea Canani finibus messorum et laetissima mane exiens manus! Hi Deo gratias magno bonoque agunt, aristas et lectissimas ad templum conferunt. Ut Israel, damus primitias tibi, perpetuo viventibus futuro (sis) Patri. Floremus iuvenes et vivimus tibi; tu nobis prima luce ades beaque vesperi. Sit sapientia, sit nobis aucta vis, ut post terrena munera iungamur angelis. |