For the glorious autumn, Father,
For the fruits and fields of grain,
We raise our hearts in gratitude
For the harvest once again.
What though the nation is troubled
And people are sore afraid,
Our faith in thee is doubled.
For thy help we humbly pray.
We pray that seed-time and harvest
May continue just the same;
For the use of thy humble children
But not for graft and gain.
That the things you give in plenty
So your children may be fed;
That never more in this fair land
May children cry for bread.
So, Father, on this Thanksgiving
We raise our hearts to thee,
And ask that thou, in thy mercy,
May set thy people free;
Free from the bonds of oppression
Free from hunger and cold
That the end of this awful depression
May come to the young and the old.
Hasten the time, dear Father,
When Jesus shall come here to reign;
When there will be no slaves, no masters,
But all will receive just the same
Justice and mercy and goodness,
Plenty and peace and love.
This is the blessing we pray for.
Send it to us from above.
