Lord of the Harvest! It Is Right and Meet

Lord of the har­vest! it is right and meet

That we should lay our first-fruits at Thy feet

With joy­ful Al­le­lu­ia.

Sweet is the soul’s thanks­giv­ing af­ter pray­er;

Sweet is the wor­ship that with Heav’n we share

Who sing the Al­le­lu­ia!

Lowly we prayed

and Thou didst hear on high—

Didst lift our hearts and change our sup­pli­ant cry

To fest­al Al­le­lu­ia.

So sing we now in tune with that great song

That all the age of ag­es shall pro­long

The end­less Al­le­lu­ia.

To Thee

O Lord of Har­vest

who hast heard

And to Thy white robed reap­ers giv’n the word

We sing our Al­le­lu­ia.

O Christ

who in the wide world’s ghost­ly sea

Hast bid the net be cast anew

to Thee

We sing our Al­le­lu­ia.

To Thee

eter­nal Spir­it

who again

Hast moved with life up­on the slum­ber­ous main

We sing our Al­le­lu­ia.

Yea

West and East the com­pa­nies go forth;

We come! is sound­ing to the South and North;

To God sing Al­le­lu­ia.

The fish­er­men of Je­sus far away

Seek in new wa­ters an im­mor­tal prey;

To Christ the Al­le­lu­ia.

The Holy Dove is brood­ing o’er the deep

And care­less hearts are wak­ing out of sleep;

To Him sing Al­le­lu­ia.

Yea

for sweet hope new-born—blest work be­gun—

Sing Al­le­lu­ia to the Three in One

Adoring Al­le­lu­ia.

Glory to God! the Church in pa­tience cries;

Glory to God! the Church at rest re­plies

With end­less Al­le­lu­ia.