Harvest Hymn


For the gifts of heav’n in the fields of earth
My soul will sing to The Lord
For the fruitful lands as they yield their worth
My heart gives thanks to Him
We may plough the soil, we may plant the seed
But God will make it grow
And the harvest comes from the tender goodness of the Father’s hand

As the trade winds blow over thirsty plains
My soul will sing to The Lord
And the storm clouds pour with reviving rains
My heart gives thanks to Him
Every season whispers the mystery
The glorious rhythm of life
Till the harvest comes from the boundless goodness of the Father’s hand

When the crops have failed and the fields are bare
My soul will cry to The Lord
When the hungry know only death’s despair
My heart will look to Him
For the call goes out from the heart of God
To share with those in need
As we feed the world we reflect the goodness of the Father’s hand