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In the worst of times we can still rejoice in our Savior.

BibleGateway: Habakkuk 3:17-19

ESV Text: Habakkuk 3:17-19

KJV Text:

The section starts at about 2:27 and ends at about 3:9

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17 Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: 18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. 19 The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 573:
To Thee, O Lord, our Hearts we Raise

— Organ Audio

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1. To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise 
In hymns of adoration, 
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise 
With shout 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, 
Upon Thine altar, Lord, 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 labor ends with sunset ray, 
And rest comes for the weary. 
May we, the angel-reaping o’er, 
Stand at the last accepted, 
Christ’s golden sheaves forevermore, 
To garners bright elected. 

4. Oh, blessed is that land of God 
Where saints abide forever, 
Where golden fields spread fair and broad, 
Where flows the crystal river. 
The strains of all its holy throng 
With ours today are blending; 
Thrice blessed is that harvest-song 
Which never hath an ending. 

Hymn: TLH 574:
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

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1. Come, ye thankful people, come; 
Raise the song of Harvest-home. 
All be safely gathered in 
Ere the winter storms begin; 
God, our Maker, doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied, 
Come to God’s own temple, come; 
Raise the song of Harvest-home. 

2. All the world is God’s own field, 
Fruit unto His praise to yield; 
Wheat and tares together sown, 
Unto joy or sorrow grown; 
First the blade and then the ear, 
Then the full corn shall appear. 
Lord of harverst, grant that we 
Wholesome grain and pure may be. 

3. For the Lord, our God, shall come 
And shall take His harvest home; 
From His field shall in that day 
All offences purge away; 
Give His angels charge at last 
In the fire the tares to cast, 
But the fruitful ears to store 
In His garner evermore. 

4. Even so, Lord, quickly come 
To Thy final Harvest-home; 
Gather Thou Thy people in, 
Free from sorrow, free from sin, 
There, forever purified, 
In Thy garner to abide. 
Come with all Thine angels, come, 
Raise the glorious Harvest-home.