Praise God for the harvest of orchard and field,
Praise God for the people who gather their yield
The long hours of labour, the skills of a team,
The patience of science, the power of machine.

I

Praise God for the harvest of orchard and field,

Praise God for the people who gather their yield

The long hours of labour, the skills of a team,

The patience of science, the power of machine.

II

Praise God for the harvest that comes from afar,

From market and harbor, the sea and the shore,

Foods packed and transported, and gathered and grown

By God-given neighbours, unseen and unknown.

III

Praise God for the harvest that’s quarried and mined,

Then sifted, and smelted, or shaped and refined,

For oil and for iron, for copper and coal,

Praise God, who in love has provided them all.

IV

Praise God for the harvest of science and skill,

The urge to discover, create and fulfil:

For dreams and inventions that promise to gain

A future more hopeful, a world more humane.

V

Praise God for the harvest of mercy and love

For leaders and peoples who struggle and serve

With patience and kindness, that all may be led

To freedom and justice, and all may be fed.

[English folk melody, words by Brian Wren]