Lord of the liv­ing har­vest
That whit­ens o’er the plain,
Where an­gels soon shall ga­ther
Their sheaves of gold­en grain,
Accept these hands to la­bor,
These hearts to trust and love,
And deign with them to hast­en
Thy king­dom from above.

As la­bor­ers in Thy vine­yard,
Lord, send them out to be
Content to bear the bur­den
Of wea­ry days for Thee.
To ask no oth­er wag­es
When Thou shalt call them home
But to have shared the tra­vail
Which makes Thy king­dom come.

Be with them, God the Fa­ther;
Be with them, God the Son;
And God the Ho­ly Spir­it,
Most bless­èd Three in One.
Make them Thy faith­ful ser­vants
Thee right­ly to ad­ore
And fill them with Thy full­ness
Both now and ev­er­more.