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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.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.