Hymn 171 – LORD of the harvest, Thee we hail | C&S English Hymnary

1. 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 crown'd Our thanks we pay This holy day Oh let our heart in tune be found. 2. If spring doth wake the song of mirth If summer warms the fruitful earth When winter sweeps the naked plain Or Autumn yields its ripen’d grain Still oft will sing, to thee, our king Through all the changes, thou dost reign. 3. But chiefly, when thy liberal hand Scatters new plenty O‘er the land When sounds of music fill the air As homeward all their treasures bear We too will raise, our hymn of praise For we thy common bounties share. 4. Lord of the harvest, all is thine The rains that fall, the suns that shine The seed once hidden in the ground The skill that makes our fruits abound New every year, thy gifts appear New praises from our lips shall sound AMEN