1 Holy is the seed-time, when the buried grain
sinks to sleep in darkness, but to wake again.
Holy is the spring-time, when the living corn
bursting from its prison rises like the morn.

2 Holy is the harvest, when each ripened ear
bends before the blade and crowns the golden year.
Store them in our garners; winnow them with care;
give to God the glory in our praise and prayer.

3 Holy seed our Master sows throughout his field;
be the harvest holy which our hearts shall yield;
quickened by his Spirit, strengthened by his grace,
till in risen splendour we behold his face.

4 Glory to the Father, who has seen our need;
glory to the Saviour, who has sown the seed;
glory to the Spirit, giving the increase;
glory, as it has been, is, and shall not cease!