Autumn mists creep across the fields
To labouring hands giving up their yields
Of maize and corn, potatoes, wheat
And all other crops good to eat
The fruit that decked the leafy bough
Are gathered in the harvest now
Of bounty now of land and sea
We come O Lord to give thanks to thee
You promised a time for sowing seed
A time of harvest to supply our need
To nourish the body you let us know
We would reap what we did sow
Give we thanks Lord, to you our praise
For the bountiful harvest that you did raise
For we know Lord in faith we planted
But for this yield it was you who granted
So mighty God all that’s left to do
Is to give you the glory with a Harvest thank you
Colin Moffett
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