THOU 1 who on Sin’s wages starvest, | |
Behold we have the Joy of Harvest: | |
For us was gathered the First-fruits, | |
For us was lifted from the roots, | |
Sheaved in cruel bands, bruised sore, | 5 |
Scourged upon the threshing-floor, | |
Where the upper millstone roofed His Head, | |
At morn we found the Heavenly Bread; | |
And on a thousand altars laid, | |
Christ our Sacrifice is made. | 10 |
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Thou, whose dry plot for moisture gapes, | |
We shout with them that tread the grapes; | |
For us the Vine was fenced with thorn, | |
Five ways the precious branches torn. | |
Terrible fruit was on the tree | 15 |
In the acre of Gethsemane: | |
For us by Calvary’s distress | |
The Wine was rackèd from the press; | |
Now, in our altar-vessels stored, | |
Lo, the sweet Vintage of the Lord! | 20 |
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In Joseph’s garden they threw by | |
The riven Vine, leafless, lifeless, dry: | |
On Easter morn the Tree was forth, | |
In forty days reached Heaven from earth,— | |
Soon the whole world is overspread: | 25 |
Ye weary, come into the shade. | |
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The field where He hath planted us | |
Shall shake her fruit as Libanus, | |
When He hath sheaved us in His sheaf, | |
When He has made us bear His leaf. | 30 |
We scarcely call that banquet food, | |
But even our Saviour’s and our blood, | |
We are so grafted on His wood. | |