Arthur Sullivan - To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise - текст песни (слова)

1. To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
    In hymns of adoration,
    To Thee bring sacrifice of praise,
    With shouts of exultation.
    Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
    The Hills with Joy are ringing,
    The valleys stand so thick with corn
    That even they are singing.
 
 2. And now, on this our festal day,
    Thy bounteous hand confessing,
    Before Thee thankfully we lay
    The first-fruits of Thy blessing.
    By Thee the souls of men are fed
    With gifts of grace supernal;
    Thou who dost give us earthly bread,
    Give us the Bread eternal.
 
 3. We bear the burden of the day,
    And often toil seems dreary;
    But labour ends with sunset ray,
    And rest comes to the weary.
    May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
    Stand at the last accepted,
    Christ's golden sheaves, for evermore
    To garners bright elected.
 
 4. O blessèd is that land of God
    Where saints abide for ever,
    Where golden fields spread far and broad,
    Where flows the crystal river.
    The strains of all its holy throng
    With ours today are blending;
    Thrice blessèd is that harvest song
    Which never hath an ending.