Harvest Song

The bare fields resting here are green and golden,The grain is garnered and the labor won.I look across the distant years rejoicing,Hearing a harvest song when day is done.

Oh, years that sometimes seemed so long and weary,So full of foolish blunderings and fears!The wheat is safe within the Father's caring,And Love divine has wiped away all tears.

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