|1||Oh! The joy, the joy of harvest,
When the golden sheaves abound,
And the year and all creation
With the love of God is crowned.
’Tis a joy that, care dispelling,
Makes our hearts with gladness ring,
As the valleys all around us
Thick with corn do laugh and sing.
|2||Oh! The joy, the joy of harvest,
When the laborers of the Lord
Tell of “good corn” growing freely
On the barren wastes abroad.
’Tis a joy that springs from victory
After battles fought and won,
After Empires long resisting
Own the Kingdom of God’s Son.
|3||Oh! The joy, the joy of harvest,
When the Angel reapers come,
And the Saints from every nation
Know the joy of “harvest home.”
’Tis a joy of joys the greatest,
Joy of parted ones restored:
Joy that heart hath ne’er conceived
Is the vision of the Lord.
|4||Oh! The joy, the joy of harvest,
Lo! Our joy breaks forth in praise:
Glory to the Son and Spirit
With the Ancient of All Days.
Praised and blest be God Almighty
For the eternal harvest store;
Praised on earth, then praised in Heaven,
In His presence evermore. Amen.