Lord Of The Living Harvest

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.

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

Come down, Thou Holy Spirit, And fill our souls with light; Clothe us in spotless raiment, In linen clean and white; Within Thy sacred temple Be with us, where we stand, And sanctify Thy people Throughout this happy land.

Be with them, God the Father; Be with them, God the Son; And God the Holy Spirit, Most blessèd Three in One. Make them Thy faithful servants Thee rightly to adore And fill them with Thy fullness Both now and evermore.