Fields of Gold Are Glowing

Fields of gold are glow­ing

’Neath the au­tumn rays

Now the spring­tide sow­ing

All its fruit dis­plays;

Every hill re­joic­es

Fields with glad­ness ring

Lifting up their voic­es

Now the vall­eys sing

Lifting up their voic­es

Now the vall­eys sing.

In the dark earth sleep­ing

Long the seed hath lain;

Joyful now the reap­ing

Fair the gar­nered grain.

As the gold we gather

Of Thine har­vest gift

Now to Thee

our Fa­ther

Thankful hearts we lift;

Now to Thee

our Fa­ther

Thankful hearts we lift.

We are Thine own sow­ing

Dear

O Lord

to Thee;

For Thine har­vest grow­ing

We would fruit­ful be.

When

their bright sheaves bear­ing

Angel reap­ers come;

We with them be shar­ing

In Thy Har­vest Home;

We with them be shar­ing

In Thy Har­vest Home.

To Thee

Lord of Heav­en

Thee

O boun­te­ous King

Gifts Thy love hath giv­en

We would glad­ly bring.

Thou of all art giv­er

Father

Spir­it

Son

Thine the praise for­ev­er

Blessèd Three in One;

Thine the praise for­ev­er

Blessèd Three in One.