Sing to the Lord of har­vest,
Sing songs of love and praise;
With joy­ful hearts and voic­es
Your al­le­lu­ias raise.
By Him the roll­ing sea­sons
In fruit­ful or­der move;
Sing to the Lord of har­vest,
A joy­ous song of love.

By Him the clouds drop fat­ness,
The de­serts bloom and spring,
The hills leap up in glad­ness,
The val­leys laugh and sing.
He fill­eth with His full­ness
All things with large in­crease,
He crowns the year with good­ness,
With plen­ty and with peace.

Bring to His sac­red al­tar
The gifts His good­ness gave,
The golden sheaves of harvest,
The souls He died to save.
Your hearts lay down be­fore Him
When at His feet you fall,
And with your lives ad­ore Him,
Who gave His life for all.

To God the gra­cious Fa­ther,
Who made us ve­ry good,
To Christ, who, when we wan­dered,
Restored us with His blood,
And to the Ho­ly Spir­it,
Who doth up­on us pour
His bless­èd dews and sun­shine,
Be praise for­ev­er­more!