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Take of the first fruits, Father, of thy care, / Wrapped in the fresh leaves of my gratitude / Late waked for early gifts ill understood; / Claiming in all my harvests rightful share, / Whether with song that mounts the joyful air / I praise my God; or, in yet deeper mood, / Sit dumb because I know a speechless good, / Needing no voice, but all the soul for prayer.
Thou hast been faithful to my highest need; / And I, thy debtor, ever, evermore, / Shall never feel the grateful burden sore.