Harvest home!
Let us chant, etc.
We shall gather a harvest of glory, we know,
From the furrows of life where in patience we sow.
Buried love in the field of the heart never dies,
And its seed scattered here will be sheaves in the skies,
Harvest home!
Let us chant, etc.
Thanksgiving Hymn. Boston, 1890. Theron Brown.
Tune “To the Work, To the Work.” W.H. Doane.