Verse 1

LORD of the living harvest That whitens o’er the plain, Where angels soon shall gather Their sheaves of golden grain, Accept these hands to labor, These hearts to trust and love, And deign with them to hasten Thy kingdom from above.

Verse 2

As laborers in Thy vineyard, Lord, send them out to be, Content to bear the burden Of weary days for Thee. Constant to ask no wages When Thou shalt call them home, But to have shared the travail That makes Thy kingdom come.

Verse 3

Be with them, God the Father, Be with them, God the Son, And God the Holy Spirit, Eternal Three in One! Make them a royal priesthood, Thee rightly to adore And fill them with Thy fullness Now and evermore.

Background: Lord Of The Living Harvest That Whitens