Jehovah spreads a feast,
Above, beneath:
Ye herds and flocks, draw near,
Fowls, ye are welcome here;
His goodness crowns the year
For all that breathe. Garden and orchard ground,
Autumnal fruits have crown’d,
The vintage glows:
Here plenty pours her horn;
There the full tide of corn,
Sway’d by the breath of morn,
The land o’erflows. The wind, the rain, the sun,
Their genial work have done;
Wouldst thou be fed?
Man, to thy labour bow,
Thrust in the sickle now,
Reap where thou once didst plough,
God sends thee bread. Thy few seeds scatter’d wide,
His hand hath multiplied;
Here thou may’st find
Christ’s miracle renew’d;
With self-producing food,
He feeds a multitude,–
He feeds mankind. Yea, bless His holy name, And joyous thanks proclaim, Through all the earth, To glory in your lot, Is comely; but be not, God’s benefits forgot, Amid your mirth. The God of harvest praise, Hands, hearts and voices raise, With sweet accord, From field to garner throng, Bearing your sheaves along, And in your harvest song, Bless ye the Lord. James Montgomery
Amen! God is faithful! I’ve never read the whole song before. Thanks for sharing it. The joy of harvest! Looking forward to that last great harvest when the Lord shall come with a shout! What a day that shall be!