HYMN 171

H.C 59 6.8s (FE189)
"They rejoice before The according to 
the joy in harvest" - Isa 9:3



1.  LORD of the harvest, Thee we hail 

     Thine ancient promise doth not fail 

     The varying seasons haste their round 

     With goodness all our years are crown'd 

     Our thanks we pay This holy day

     Oh let our heart in tune be found.


2.  If spring doth wake the song of mirth 

     If summer warms the fruitful earth 

     When winter sweeps the naked plain 

     Or Autumn yields its ripen’d grain 

     Still oft will sing, to thee, our king 

     Through all the changes, thou dost reign.


3.  But chiefly, when thy liberal hand 

     Scatters new plenty O‘er the land

     When sounds of music fill the air

     As homeward all their treasures bear

    We too will raise, our hymn of praise 

    For we thy common bounties share.


4.  Lord of the harvest, all is thine

     The rains that fall, the suns that shine

     The seed once hidden in the ground

     The skill that makes our fruits abound 

     New every year, thy gifts appear 

     New praises from our lips shall sound.  Amen