562 ~ Come Sing A Song of Harvest
Come, sing a song of harvest, Of thanks for daily food! To offer God the first fruits Is old as gratitude.
Long, long ago, the reapers, Before they kept the feast, Put firstfruits in a basket, And took it to the priest.
Shall we, sometimes forgetful Of where creation starts, With science in our pockets Lose wonder from our hearts?
May God, the great creator, To whom all life belongs, Accept this gifts we offer, Our service and our songs.
And lest the world go hungry While ourselves are fed, Make each of us more ready To share our daily bread.