Harvest (Sigourney)

1 GOD of the year! with songs of praise And hearts of love, we come to bless Thy bounteous hand, for thou hast shed Thy manna o'er our wilderness.

2 In early spring-time thou didst fling O'er earth its robe of blossoming; And its sweet treasures, day by day, Rose quickening in thy blesséd ray.

3 God of the seasons! thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers, And plenty o'er its bosom smiles, To crown the sweet autumnal hours.

4 Praise,—praise to thee! Our hearts expand To view these blessings of thy hand, And on the incense-breath of love Ascend to their bright home above.