Lord of the living harvest

That whitens o’er the plain,

Where angels soon shall gather

Their sheaves of golden grain,

Accept these hands to labor,

These hearts to trust and love,

And deign with them to hasten

Thy kingdom from above.

As labourers in Thy vineyard,

Lord, send them out to be

Content to bear the burden

Of weary days for Thee.

To ask no other wages

When Thou shalt call them home

But to have shared the travail

that makes Thy kingdom come.

Be with them, God the Father;

Be with them, God the Son;

And God the Holy Spirit,

Most blessed Three in One.

Make them Thy faithful servants

Thee rightly to adore

And fill them with Thy fullness

now and evermore.

O come, Thou Holy Spirit,

And fill our souls with light;

Clothe us in spotless raiment,

In linen clean and white;

Within Thy sacred temple

Be with us, where we stand,

And sanctify Thy people

Throughout this happy land.