Harvest (Sigourney)

by Lydia Sigourney

1 GOD of the year! with songs of praise
  And hearts of love, we come to bless
  Thy bounteous hand, for thou hast shed
  Thy manna o'er our wilderness.

2 In early spring-time thou didst fling
  O'er earth its robe of blossoming;
  And its sweet treasures, day by day,
  Rose quickening in thy blesséd ray.

3 God of the seasons! thou hast blest
  The land with sunlight and with showers,
  And plenty o'er its bosom smiles,
  To crown the sweet autumnal hours.

4 Praise,—praise to thee! Our hearts expand
  To view these blessings of thy hand,
  And on the incense-breath of love
  Ascend to their bright home above.