Fair waved the gold­en corn,
In Ca­naan’s plea­sant land,
When full of joy, some shin­ing morn,
Went forth the reap­er band.

To God so good and great
Their cheer­ful thanks they pour;
Then car­ry to His tem­ple gate
The choic­est of their store.

Like Is­ra­el, Lord, we give
Our ear­li­est fruits to Thee,
And pray that, long as we shall live,
We may Thy child­ren be.

Thine is our youth­ful prime,
And life and all its pow­ers,
Be with us in our morn­ing time,
And bless our ev­en­ing hours.

In wis­dom let us grow,
As years and strength are giv­en,
That we may serve Thy Church be­low,
And join Thy saints in Hea­ven.