God the Father! Whose Creation

God the Fa­ther! Whose cre­ation

Gives to flow­ers and fruits their birth

Thou

whose year­ly op­era­tion

Brings the hour of har­vest mirth

Here to Thee we make obla­tion

Of the Au­gust-gold of earth.

God the Word! the sun

ma­tur­ing

With his bless­èd ray the corn

Spake of Thee

O Sun en­dur­ing

Thee

O ev­er­last­ing Morn!

Thee in whom our woes find cur­ing

Thee that lift­est up our horn.

God the Ho­ly Ghost! the show­ers

That have fat­tened out the grain

Types of Thy ce­les­ti­al pow­ers

Symbols of bap­tis­mal rain

Shadowed out the grace that dow­ers

All the faith­ful of Thy train.

When the har­vest of each na­tion

Severs right­eous­ness from sin

And arch­an­gel pro­cla­ma­tion

Bids to put the sick­le in

And each age and ge­ne­ra­tion

Sink to woe

or glo­ry win;

Grant that we

or young

or hoa­ry

Lengthened be our span or brief

Whatsoe’er the life long sto­ry

Of our joy or of our grief

May be gar­nered up in glo­ry

As Thine own elect­ed sheaf.

Laud to Him to whom su­per­nal

Thrones and vir­tues bend the knee;

Laud to Him from whom in­fer­nal

Powers and do­mi­na­tions flee;

Laud to Him the co-eter­nal

Paraclete

for­ev­er be.