1 Summer ended, harvest o'er,
Lord, to Thee our song we pour,
For the valley's golden yield,
For the fruits of tree and field;

2 For the promise ever sure
That while heaven and earth endure
See time, harvest, cold and heat
Shall their yearly round complete;

3 For the care, which while we slept,
Watch o'er field and furrow kept,
Watch o'er all the buried grain,
Soon to burst to life again.

4 When the reaping angels bring,
Tares and wheat before the King,
Jesus! may we gathered be
In the heavenly barn to Thee.

5 Then the angel cry shall sound:
Praise the Lamb: the lost are found!
And the answering song shall be:
Alleluia, praise to Thee!

6 Praise to Thee! the toil is o'er;
Blight and curse shall be no more;
Lo! the mighty work is done:
Glory to the Three in One!