Fair Waved the Golden Corn

Fair waved the gold­en corn

In Ca­naan’s plea­sant land

When full of joy

some shin­ing morn

Went forth the reap­er band.

To God so good and great

Their cheer­ful thanks they pour;

Then car­ry to His tem­ple gate

The choic­est of their store.

Like Is­ra­el

Lord

we give

Our ear­li­est fruits to Thee

And pray that

long as we shall live

We may Thy child­ren be.

Thine is our youth­ful prime

And life and all its pow­ers

Be with us in our morn­ing time

And bless our ev­en­ing hours.

In wis­dom let us grow

As years and strength are giv­en

That we may serve Thy Church be­low

And join Thy saints in Heav­en.