1 Lo! the dawn is rising
O’er the eastern hills,
And the wild-bird singing,
Every heart enthrills.

Refrain:
See, the ripened fields are teeming;
Hear the reaper’s glad refrain;
Ringing loud and clear the music,
Waking echoes o’er the plain.

2 Melodies they’re chanting
As the brightness glows;
Fair the flow’rs are blooming,
Sweetest fragrance flows. [Refrain]

3 Brilliant is the beauty
Of the joyous morn;
Reapers hail the gleaming
Of the golden corn. [Refrain]