1 Lord of the harvest, once again,
we thank You for the ripened grain;
for crops safe carried, sent to cheer
Your servants through another year;
for all sweet holy thoughts, supplied
by seed-time, and by harvest-tide.

2 The bare dead grain, in autumn sown,
its robe of vernal green puts on;
glad from its wintry grave it springs,
fresh garnished by the King of kings;
so, Lord, to those who sleep in You
shall bodies glorious be and new.

3 Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said,
as You hav taught, for daily bread,
but not alone our bodies feed,–
supply our fainting spirits’ need.
O Bread of Life, from day to day
be all their comfort, food and stay!