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 And findeth deeper life and higher praise Than she had known in all her joyous days.

0 Lord of Harvest, hear the prayer we offer
 * at Thy throne—

Wild Nature's idols we have burned—her
 * altars overthrown;

And in our ploughed, prepared fields the
 * living seed have sown ;

And humbly seek Thy mercy, Lord, to give
 * us back our own
 * With Thy divine increase,
 * Thy blessing and Thy peace.
 * “Give us our daily bread”
 * That we may all be fed,
 * And “blessed be the basket and the

store”
 * On Austral’s sunny farms for evermore.