1 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.

2 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.

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

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