1. Lord of harvest, once again We thank Thee for the ripened grain; For crops safe carried, sent to cheer Thy servants through another year; For all sweet holy thoughts, supplied By seed-time, and by harvest-tide. 2. The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, Its robe of vernal green puts on; Glad from its wintry grave it springs Fresh garnished by the King of kings So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee Shall new and glorious bodies be. 3. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said As Thou hast thought, for daily bread But not alone our bodies feed, Supply our ‘fainting spirits’ need, O Bread of Life, from day to day Be Thou their comfort food and stay