Lord of the harvest, Thee we hail!
Thine ancient promise doth not fail;
The varying seasons haste their round;
With goodness all our years are crowned;
Our thanks we pay,
This holy day,
Oh, let our hearts in tune be found.
Tune Title: [Gott uns'rer Väter, dessen Hand Jahrhundert streut]First Line: Gott uns'rer Väter, dessen Hand Jahrhundert streutComposer: John K. PaineDate: 1894
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