Lord, in Thy Name Thy Servants Plead

Lord

in Thy name Thy serv­ants plead

And Thou hast sworn to hear;

Thine is the har­vest

Thine the seed

The fresh and fad­ing year.

Our hope

when au­tumn winds blew wild

We trust­ed

Lord

with Thee:

And still

now spring has on us smiled

We wait on Thy de­cree.

The for­mer and the lat­ter rain

The sum­mer sun and air

The green ear and the gold­en grain

All Thine

are ours by pray­er.

Thine too by right and ours by grace

The won­drous growth un­seen

The hopes that soothe

the fears that brace

The love that shines se­rene.

So grant the pre­cious things brought forth

By sun and moon be­low

That Thee in Thy new heav’n and earth

We nev­er may for­go.