Hymn
O worship the King, all glorious above;
    O gratefully sing his power and his love;
our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
    pavilioned in splendour and girded with praise.

O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
    whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
his chariots of wrath the deep thunder clouds form,
    and dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

The earth with its store of wonders untold,
    Almighty, thy power hath founded of old;
hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
    and round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
    It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
    and sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
    in thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
    Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

O measureless might, ineffable love,
    while angels delight to hymn thee above,
thy humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
    with true adoration shall sing to thy praise.
Words: Robert Grant (1779–1838) based on Psalm 104
 

Readings and Psalm
 

1 Timothy 6: 11-19

Psalm 104: 26-36

Matthew 6:19-33
 

The Benedictus 
Now bless the God of Israel who comes in love and power,
who raises from the royal house deliv’rance in this hour.
Through holy prophets God has sworn to free us from alarm,
to save us from the heavy hand of all who wish us harm.
 
Remembering the covenant, God rescues us from fear,
that we might serve in holiness and peace from year to year.
And you, my child, shall go before, to preach, to prophesy,
that all may know the tender love, the grace of God most high.
 
In tender mercy, God will send the dayspring from on high,
our rising sun, the light of life for those who sit and sigh.
God comes to guide our way to peace, 
    that death shall reign no more.
Sing praises to the Holy One, O worship and adore.
 
To God the Father, fount of grace, through his beloved Son,
with God their Spirit, bond of love, be glory ever One.
Words:  Ruth Duck

Collect for Harvest Gratitude
God of grace, ever creating and restoring,
you breathe life into all things
and embrace us with an everlasting love;
help us to grow in wonder and awe,
to embody a spirit of gratitude,
and to dream generous dreams;
that, in gathering what we have,
we may graciously offer ourselves 
to accomplish what you will,
in Jesus Christ our Lord. 
Amen.

Hymn
Autumn days when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell.
Jetplanes meeting in the air to be refuelled.
All these thing I love so well
    So I mustn't forget
    No, I mustn't forget.
    To say a great big
    Thank You
    I mustn't forget

    Now thank we all our God
with hearts and hands and voices,
    who wondrous things hath done,
in whom his world rejoices;
        who from our mother's arms
        hath blessed us on our way
        with countless gifts of love,
        and still is ours today.

    O may this bounteous God
through all our life be near us,
    with ever joyful hearts
and blessèd peace to cheer us;
        and keep us in his grace,
        and guide us when perplexed,
        and free us from all ills
        in this world and the next.

    All praise and thanks to God
the Father now be given,
    the Son, and him who reigns
with them in highest heaven,
        the one eternal God,
        whom earth and heaven adore;
        for thus it was, is now,
        and shall be evermore.
Words: Martin Rinkart (1586–1649) translated by  Catherine Winkworth (1827–1878)