1. 0 Lord, whose bounteous hand again Hath poured Thy gifts in plenty down, Who all, creation dost sustain And all the earth with goodness crown, Lord of the harvest, here we own Our joy to be Thy gift alone. 2. Oh, may we ne'er with thankless heart Forget from whom our blessings flow! Still, Lord, Thy heavenly.grace impart; Still teach us what to Thee we owe. Lord, may our lives with fruit divine Return Thy care and prove us Thine. 3. Lord, grant that we who sow to Thee With joy in endless life may reap. Of every heart the Guardian be; By day and night Thy servants keep That all to Thee may joy afford On Thy great harvest-day, 0 Lord.