Harvest Hymn.

EVERY sheaf of golden grain, Standing on the smiling plain, Tells us, if we do not know, Whence our many blessings flow.

Thanks we bring for earthly good, Nobler thanks for richer food; Love divine to us has given, Christ, the bread of life, from heaven.

Lord! with these, thy favors, give, Hearts to serve thee while we live; Till we reap, where Jesus is, Harvests of immortal bliss.