1 Lord of the living harvest That whirens o'er the plain, Where angels soon will gather Their sheaves of golden grain, Accept our hands to labor, Fresh hearts to trust and love, And deign with them to hasten Thy kingdom from above. 2 As labourers in your vineyard, Lord, send them out to be, Content to bear the burden Of weary days for Thee, Content to ask no wages When thou shalt call them home but to have shared the travail That makes thy kingdom come. 3 Be with them, God the Father; Be with them, God the Son Be with them, God the Spirit, Eternal Three in One. Make them a royal priesthood, Thee rightly to adore, And fill them with thy fulness Now and for evermore.