Your Harvest

What will you do with your har­vest

friend?

The piled up sheaves of rip­ened grain

That have fed on the rays of the glo­ri­ous sun

And drank the drops of the gra­cious rain.

What will you do with your har­vest?

What will you do? What will you do?

Use it to hon­or the Mas­ter

And He will hon­or you.

Will you in plea­sure and com­fort live

And call your own what God has giv’n?

Oh

shall not from ev­ery rich har­vest field

The first sheaf rip­ened belong to Heav­en?

If this you do with your har­vest

friend

Come up with all the tithes of grain

The pro­mise of God then will be ful­filled:

Your barns the bless­ings will not con­tain.