Harvest Hymn Poem by C Richard Miles

Lord our God, to You we raise
This, our Harvest hymn of praise.
In the Spring are sown the seeds
On the ground in farmer’s fields.
First the root and then the shoot
You wake from the fallen fruit,
Which in Autumn went to sleep,
Safely from the winter cold to keep.

Lord our God, to You we raise
This, our heartfelt Harvest hymn of praise.

As the warmth returns again,
Strengthened by Your gentle rain,
You encourage seedlings on,
Drinking up the glorious sun.
Now Your Spirit gently breathes
Life into the springing leaves.
In Your love they thrive and grow
Like Your faithful people here below.

Lord our God, to You we raise
This, our hopeful Harvest hymn of praise.

As the Summer’s blazing heat
Ripens grain and fruit to eat,
You provide the human race
All the blessings of Your grace.
Flowers develop in their beds;
To the sky they raise their heads.
Grant, O Lord, that we, like they,
Upwards rise upon our heav’nward way.

Lord our God, to You we raise
This, our humble Harvest hymn of praise.

Autumn sees us reap the yields
From the farmers’ flowing fields
Faithful stewards let us be
Of Your bounty, rich and free.
Help us to divide our share
With Your nations everywhere.
Following Christ’s example when
He fed bread and fish to starving men.

Lord our God, to You we raise
This, our heedful Harvest hymn of praise.

As the Winter cold draws nigh,
Grant to us a rich supply
Of the crops that we have grown
With Your help, and not alone,
From the fields and threshing floor
In our barns and shops to store.
And for richer food we look
For our spirits, from Your Holy Book.

Lord our God, to You we raise
This, our holy Harvest hymn of praise.

Lord our God, when life shall end,
Great Redeemer, Father, Friend,
May we live for evermore.
In Your gathered harvest store.
In those heavenly fields above,
Saved by Your Eternal love.
May we join the angel strain,
Lifting high this joyful, glad refrain:

Lord our God, to You we raise
This, our hearty Harvest hymn of praise.