Lord, may the flowers, and fruits of love and duty,
Blossom and ripen for Thy harvest home.
Refrain.
IV
Then when the angels, the reapers at the ending,
Gather the fruitage which our lives have grown,
May we with gladness, angel toil attending,
Sing of the harvest at the heavenly home.
Refrain.
Bountiful Giver, Thine be the praise,