See, in the wood­land, the leaves turn­ing crim­son;
Hark, how they rust­le and fall to the ground.
Autumn, bright au­tumn is smil­ing and glow­ing,
Showing the trea­sures that now may be found.

Refrain

Praise the Cre­at­or who giv­eth us rich­ly
All His good boun­ty to use and en­joy;
Lift up your hearts and your voices in sing­ing,
Joyful thanks­giv­ing the days should em­ploy.

Sheaves that are gold­en are housed in the gar­ner,
Fruits that have rip­ened are ga­thered and stored.
Autumn has come with its boun­te­ous bless­ing,
Riches and beau­ty are free­ly out­poured.

Refrain

Life has its au­tumn, its sheaves to be gar­nered,
Then we shall reap what at first we have sown;
Grant us, O Fa­ther, Thy grace and Thy guid­ance,
Let us be reap­ers of bless­ings alone.

Refrain