Now The Year Is Crowned With Blessing

Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler

6 Verses Harvest Thanksgiving Joyful Praise

Verse 1

Now the year is crowned with blessing As we gather in the grain; And, our grateful thanks expressing, Loud we raise a joyous strain. Bygone days of toil and sadness Cannot now our peace destroy; For the hills are clothed with gladness, And the valleys shout for joy.

Verse 2

To the Lord their first-fruits bringing, All His thankful people come To the Father praises singing For the joy of harvest home.

Verse 3

In the spring the smiling meadows Donned their robes of living green, As the sunshine chased the shadows Swiftly o’er the changing scene; In the summer-time the story Of a riper hope was told; Then the rich autumnal glory Decked the fields in cloth of gold.

Verse 4

To the Lord their first-fruits bringing, All His thankful people come To the Father praises singing For the joy of harvest home.

Verse 5

Shall not we, whose hearts are swelling With the thought of former days, Sing a joyous song foretelling Future gladness, fuller praise? For the cloud the bow retaineth With its covenant of peace, That as long as earth remaineth, Harvest time shall never cease.

Verse 6

To the Lord their first-fruits bringing, All His thankful people come To the Father praises singing For the joy of harvest home.

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