408. Summer - a Harvest Hymn

1 To praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers:
He calls, and at his voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.

2 His covenant with the earth he keeps;
My tongue, his goodness sing;
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.

3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop:
With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness:
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams
The rip'ning harvest bless.

5 Then, in the last great harvest, I
Shall reap a glorious crop:
The harvest shall be far exceed
What I have sown in hope.

Text Information
First Line: To praise the ever-bounteous Lord
Title: Summer - a Harvest Hymn
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1845
Topic: Special Occasions: The Seasons
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