At Harvest Time

When the world is radiant,
Rich with summer hours,
Wood and field and garden
Gemmed with brightest flowers;
When the wheat is golden,
Gleaming in the sun,
And the scythe and sickle
Harvest have begun.

He who in the winter
Clad the ground with snow,
He who lit the springtime,
Caused the seed to grow;
He who sent the showers,
And the dew at morn,
Then the sunny hours,
Ripening fruit and corn—

May our thoughts turn often,
In our gratitude,
To the Lord of harvest—
Giver of all good.
He is Lord of harvest,
And to Him we raise
Songs of sweetest measure,
Thankful songs of praise.

George Weatherly

Psalm 104:10-14 He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works. He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth;

Proverbs 25:13 As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of his masters.

Jeremiah 8:20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended...

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