1 Come, children, lift your voices,
And sing with us today,
As to the Lord of harvest,
Our grateful vows we pay.
We thank thee, Lord, for sending
The gentle showers of rain,
For summer suns which ripened
The fields of golden gran.

2 Come, join our glad procession,
As onward still we move,
Rejoicing in the tokens
Of God our Father's love.
All good is his creation,
All beautiful and fair,
Birds, insects, beasts and fishes,
Our harvest gladness share.

3 May we by holy living
Thy praises echo forth,
And tell thy boundless mercies
To all the listening earth;
May we grow up as branches,
In Christ, the one True Vine,
Bear fruit to life eternal,
And be forever thine.