94 HYMN. 



ORIGINAL HYMN, 



WRITTEN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY IN 1837. 



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 gleain, 

 For the cultivated plain, 

 For the fertilizing stream. 



For the lowing herds that graze 

 On each free New-England plain, 

 For the cheerful wood-fire'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 hallow'd 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, oh God. 



