Great God, as Seasons Disappear

Great God

as sea­sons dis­ap­pear

And chang­es mark the roll­ing year

Thy fa­vor still has crowned our days

And we would ce­le­brate Thy praise.

The har­vest song would we re­peat

Thou giv­est us the fin­est wheat;

The joys of har­vest we have known;

The praise

O Lord is all Thine own.

Our ta­bles spread

our gar­ners stored

O give us hearts to bless Thee

Lord:

Forbid it

Source of light and love

That hearts and lives should bar­ren prove.

Another har­vest comes apace:

Ripen our spir­its by Thy grace

That we may calm­ly meet the blow

The sick­le gives to lay us low.

That so

when an­gel reap­ers come

To ga­ther sheaves to Thy blest home

Our spiri­ts may be borne on high

To Thy safe gar­ner in the sky.