Concordia ‎#100

100. Now Sing we a Song for the Harvest

1 Now sing we a song for the harvest,
Thanksgiving and honor and praise,
For all that the bountiful Giver
Hath given to gladden our days:

2 For grasses of upland and lowland,
For fruits of the garden and field,
For gold which the mine and the prairie
To delver and husband-man yield.

3 And thanks for the harvest of beauty,
For that which the hands cannot hold,
The harvest eyes only can gather,
And only our hearts can enfold:

4 We reap it on mountain and moorland,
We glean it from meadow and lea,
We garner it in from the cloud-land,
We bind it in sheaves from the sea.

5 But now we sing deeper and higher,
Of harvests that eye cannot see;
They ripen on mountains of duty
Are reaped by the brave and the free.

6 O Thou who art Lord of the harvest,
The Giver who gladdens our days,
Our hearts are forever repeating
Thanksgiving and honor, and praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Now sing we a song for the harvest
• Title: Now Sing we a Song for the Harvest
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: Church Festivals: Thanksgiving

Tune Information

• Name: BEECHKNOWE
• Composer: H. De La Haye Blackith
• Key: C Major