139. Bright rays of autumn quiver

1 Bright rays of autumn quiver
On fields of fretted gold,
By purple hill and river
Wide o'ver the land unrolled,
And while the reapers gather
The wealth of harvest day,
To Thee, O bounteous Father,
Through Christ we offer praise.

2 The precious things of heaven,
Warm days and dewy nights,
Soft rain in season given,
Bright clouds and tender lights;
Their genial influence blending,
Matured the sower's boon,
Till heavy ears were bending
Beneath the harvest moon,

3 And now, like hands uplifted,
The sheaves in order stand,
To praise the Lord, who gifted
With plenteous store the land;
Our lips shall own His kindness,
And tell His love abroad,
To shame the willful blindness
Of those who know not God.

4 Lord, while the whole creation
Bears witness to Thy care,
O hear our supplication,
And grant Thy children's prayer;
While thus our wants supplying,
Our table Thou dost spread,
O feed our souls undying
With Christ, the Living Bread!

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First Line: Bright rays of autumn quiver
Language: English
Publication Date: 1880
Topic: The Church Year: Harvest
Notes: Author from Index: Anon.
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