Full Lyrics
The God of harvest praise,
In loud thanksgivings, raise
Hand, heart, and voice;
The valleys laugh and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.
Bless ye the Lord
And in your harvest song,
Bless ye the Lord.
Yes, bless His Holy Name,
And joyous thanks proclaim
Through all the earth:
To glory in your lot
Is comely, but be not
God’s benefits forgot
Amid your mirth.
Bless ye the Lord.
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.
