Autumn

See

in the wood­land

the leaves turn­ing crim­son;

Hark

how they rust­le and fall to the ground.

Autumn

bright au­tumn is smil­ing and glow­ing

Showing the trea­sures that now may be found.

Praise the Cre­at­or who giv­eth us rich­ly

All His good boun­ty to use and en­joy;

Lift up your hearts and your voices in sing­ing

Joyful thanks­giv­ing the days should em­ploy.

Sheaves that are gold­en are housed in the gar­ner

Fruits that have rip­ened are ga­thered and stored.

Autumn has come with its boun­te­ous bless­ing

Riches and beau­ty are free­ly out­poured.

Life has its au­tumn

its sheaves to be gar­nered

Then we shall reap what at first we have sown;

Grant us

O Fa­ther

Thy grace and Thy guid­ance

Let us be reap­ers of bless­ings alone.