1. 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.