1 O Lord, whose bounteous hand again
Hath poured Thy gifts in plenty down,
Who all creation dost sustain
And all the earth with goodness crown,
Lord of the harvest, here we own
Our joy to be Thy gift alone.
2 Oh, may we ne'er with thankless heart
Forget from whom our blessings flow!
Still, Lord, Thy heav'nly grace impart;
Still teach us what to Thee we owe.
Lord, may our lives with fruit divine
Return Thy care and prove us Thine.
3 Lord, grant that we who sow to Thee
With joy in endless life may reap.
Of ev'ry heart the Guardian be;
By day and night Thy servants keep
That all to Thee may joy afford
On Thy great harvest-day, O Lord.
|First Line:||O Lord, whose bounteous hand again|
|Title:||O Lord, Whose Bounteous Hand Again|
|Topic:||Times and Seasons: Harvest and Thanksgiving|
|Name:||ALL EHR' UND LOB|
|Source:||"Kirchengesangbuch," Strassburg, 1541|