  The God of harvest praise; In loud Thanksgiving raise Hand, heart, and voice. The valleys laugh and sing, Forests and mountains ring, The plains their tribute bring, The streams rejoice. Yes, bless His holy name, And joyous thanks proclaim Through all the earth. To glory in your lot Is comely; but be not God’s benefits forgot Amid your mirth. The God of harvest praise, Hands, hearts, and voices raise, With sweet accord. From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, And in your harvest song Bless ye the Lord. —James Montgomery. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. |
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