1 O Lord, whose bounteous hand again
Hath poured Thy gifts in plenty down,
Who all creation dost sustain
And all the earth with goodness crown:
Lord of the harvest, here we own
Our joy Thy gift, and Thine alone.
2 O may we ne'er with thankless heart
Forget from whom our blessings flow:
Still, Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart;
Still teach us what to Thee we owe.
Lord, may our lives with fruit divine
Return Thy care, and prove us Thine.
3 Lord, grant that each may sow to Thee;
Grant us in endless life to reap:
Of every heart the Guardian be:
By day and night Thy servants keep,
That all to Thee may joy afford
On Thy great harvest-day, O Lord.
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First Line: | O Lord, whose bounteous hand again |
Meter: | L. M. 61 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Harvest and Thanksgiving |