The God Of Harvest Praise

"You crown the year with Your bounty, and Your paths
overflow with plenty."
(Psalm 65:11)

Apple Harvest

Picture Courtesy/National Apple Harvest Festival

The God of harvest praise,

In loud thanksgiving raise

Hand, heart, and voice;

The valleys laugh and sing,

Forests and mountains ring,

The plains their tribute bring

The streams rejoice.

Of food for man and beast,

Jehovah spreads a feast,

Above, beneath:

Ye herds and flocks, draw near,

Fowls, ye are welcome here;

His goodness crowns the year

For all that breathe.

Garden and orchard ground,

Autumnal fruits have crowned,

The vintage glows:

Here plenty pours her horn:

There the full tide of corn,

Swayed by the breath of morn,

The land o'erflows.

The wind, the rain, the sun,

Their genial work have done;

Wouldst thou be fed?

Man, to thy labor bow,

Thrust in the sickle now,

Reap where thou once didst plough

God sends thee bread.

Thy few seeds scattered wide,

His hand hath multiplied;

Here thou may'st find

Christ's miracle renewed;

With self-producing food,

He feeds the multitude-

He feeds mankind.

The God of harvest praise;

Hands, hearts, and voice raise

With one accord;

From field to garner throng,

Bearing your sheaves along;

And in your harvest song,

Bless ye the Lord.

Yea, bless His holy name,

And your souls' thanks proclaim

Through all the earth:

To glory in your lot

Is comely-but be not

His benefits forgot

Amidst your mirth.

"The God Of Harvest Praise"
(1840)
James Montgomery
(1771-1854)
Scottish-born hymn writer,
poet, editor