1 Come with a song, hasten along,
Lifting a joyful voice;
Let the wood ring, carol and sing,
While the hills and vales rejoice.
For harvest is here, time of good cheer,
Fields their wealth display;
Gratitude raise, worship and praise,
Praise for the harvest today.
Thanks be to God for his bountiful care,
Mercy holding us, love enfolding us ev’rywhere;
Thanks be to God for his wisdom sublime;
Praise him, praise him, the Lord of the harvest time.
2 Blossom and leaf, ripening sheaf,
Ever attest his pow’r;
Fruitage and grain, sunshine and rain,
Work his will each day and hour.
The summer goes by, harvest draws nigh,
With its rich display,
Festival dear, crowning the year,
Bringing our harvest today. [Refrain]
3 Sing and rejoice, join ev’ry voice,
Anthems of gladness raise;
Honor his name, loudly proclaim,
To our Lord be thankful praise,
For blessing and cheer, all thro’ the year,
Scattered on our way,
Proofs of his love, sent from above,
Sent for our harvest today. [Refrain]
Source: His Worthy Praise #130
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|His Worthy Praise #130||Lord of the Harvest Time||Come with a song, hasten along||[Come with a song, hasten along]||Edith Sanford Tillotson||1915|