Worship and Song. (Rev. ed.) ‎#248

248. O Happy Time of Reaping

1 O happy time of reaping!
Fields glow with ruddy grain,
And we must now be keeping
Our harvest feast again;
With voice of joy and singing,
Our praise to God shall rise,
Who, while the seed was springing,
Rained blessings from the skies.

2 Thine, Father, is the river
That maketh rich the earth;
Through thee, O gracious Giver,
The buried seed had birth;
Thou, on the furrows raining,
Didst make them soft with showers,
The thirsty crops maintaining
Through silent summer hours.

3 The year, by thee anointed,
Is now with goodness crowned;
Robed in the robes appointed,
With gladness girded round;
We thank thee for the blessing
Which meets us on our way,
And come, thy love confessing,
With happy hearts today.

4 But while our lips are praising,
Our lives to thee belong;
With them we would be raising
A nobler, sweeter song;
One that may sound forever,
While earth’s great harvest speeds,
A song of high endeavor
Rung out in earnest deeds.

Text Information

• First Line: O happy time of reaping
• Title: O Happy Time of Reaping
• Publication Date: 1921

Tune Information

• Name: FARMER
• Composer: John Farmer (1836-1901)