To you, O Lord, our hearts we raise

To you, O Lord, our hearts we raise
in hymns of adoration:
accept our sacrifice of praise,
our shouts of exultation;
bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
the hills with joy are ringing,
the valleys stand so thick with corn
that even they are singing.

2. And now, on this our festal day,
your love to us expressing,
our gifts before you, Lord, we lay,
the firstfruits of your blessing:
for by your hand our souls are fed –
what joys your love has given!
You give to us our daily bread,
so give us bread from heaven!

3. Yet in your presence we confess,
O Lord of earth and heaven,
our pride, our greed and selfishness –
we ask to be forgiven:
and where the hungry suffer still
because of our ambition,
there let our riches serve your will,
your love be our commission.

4. How happy is that land of God
where saints shall live for ever,
where golden fields spread far and broad,
where flows the crystal river!
The praises of its holy throng
with ours today are blending;
there we shall sing that harvest-song
which never has an ending.