We Praise Thee Lord With Heart And Voice


WE praise thee, Lord, with heart and voice,
While with first-fruits we come;
We bring thank offerings and rejoice,
And shout the harvest home.

For crops made ripe by golden fire,
For all thy power has done,
We’ll lift thy praises higher and higher,
And shout the harvest home.

Rich fruits of holiness we see
Where men in grace have grown;
Salvation reapers we will be,
And shout the harvest home.

Seed sown with tears thy life receives,
Making thy goodness known;
Reapers return with golden sheaves,
And shout the harvest home.