Text: | O Happy Time of Reaping |
Author: | S. M. |
Tune: | [O happy time of reaping] |
Composer: | John Farmer |
1 O happy time of reaping!
Fields glow with ruddy grain,
And we must now be keeping
Our harvest feast again;
With voice of joy and singing,
Our praise to God shall rise,
Who, while the seed was springing,
Rained blessings from the skies.
2 Thine, Father, is the river
That maketh rich the earth;
Through thee, O gracious Giver,
The buried seed had birth;
Thou, on the furrows raining,
Didst make them soft with showers,
The thirsty crops maintaining
Thro’ silent summer hours.
3 The year, by Thee anointed,
Is now with goodness crowned;
Robed in the robes appointed,
With gladness girded round;
We thank Thee for the blessing
Which meets us on our way,
And come, Thy love confessing,
With happy hearts today.
4 But while our lips are praising,
Our lives to Thee belong;
With them we would be raising
A nobler, sweeter song;
One that may sound forever,
While earth’s great harvest speeds,—
A song of high endeavor
Rung out in earnest deeds.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O happy time of reaping |
Title: | O Happy Time of Reaping |
Author: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1923 |
Topic: | Sowing and Reaping |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [O happy time of reaping] |
Composer: | John Farmer |