Lord of the harvest, Thee we hail!
Thine ancient promise doth not fail;
The varying seasons haste their round;
With goodness all our years are crowned;
Our thanks we pay,
This holy day,
Oh, let our hearts in tune be found.
Tune Title: [Lord of the harvest, thee we hail]First Line: Lord of the harvest, thee we hailComposer: Wm. B. RichardsonIncipit: 53217 65532 71771Date: 1884