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;
Thro' Thee, O gracious Giver,
The buried seed had birth:
Thou, on the furrows raining,
Didst make them soft with show'rs,
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.
Source: The New Christian Hymnal #349
