The God of harvest praise;

In loud thanksgiving raise

Hand, heart and voice;

The valleys smile and sing,

Forests and mountains ring,

The plains their tribute bring,

The streams rejoice.

2 Yea, bless his holy name,

And purest thanks proclaim

Through all the earth;

To glory in your lot

Is duty—but be not

God’s benefits forgot,

Amidst your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise;

Hands, hearts, and voices raise,

With sweet accord:

From field to garner throng,

Bearing your sheaves along,

And in your harvest song,

Bless ye the Lord.