1 Great God, as seasons disappear,
And changes mark the rolling year,
As time with rapid pinions flies,
May every season make us wise.
2 Long has thy favor crowned our days,
And summer shed again its rays;
No deadly cloud our sky has vailed;
No blasting winds our path assailed.
3 Our harvest months have o'er us rolled,
And filled our fields with waving gold;
Our tables spread, our garners stored!
Where are our hearts to praise the Lord?
4 The solemn harvest comes apace,
The closing day of life and grace:
Time of decision, awful hour!
Around it let no tempests lower!
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
Then shall our happy souls above
Reap the full harvest of thy love!
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #980
Great God, as seasons disappear. E. Butcher. [Harvest.] This hymn is adapted to Sermon xvi., in 6 stanzas of 4 lines, in his Sermons to which are added suitable Hymns, 1798. It is found in two forms, the first chiefly in the Nonconformist collections, including Baptist Psalms and Hymns, 1858; Spurgeon's Our Own Hymn Book, 1866, No. 1033, and others; and the second in several hymn-books in the Church of England. The text in the latter, as found in Bp. Bickersteth's Psalms & Hymns, 1858; Harland's Church Psalter, &c, is much altered, and dates from Bickersteth's Christian Psalmody, 1833.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)
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