SATB and keyboard. Perfect for harvest festivals or Thanksgiving. Text by Alice Carpenter.
When the lamps are lit, when the days begin to wane,
When the mountains glow and the creation is all aflame,
We give thanks to him, whose riches from the ripened fields we bring,
And praise him, our God and King.
As the earth waits in wonder, as winter draweth nigh;
We await the ancient promise of new birth as fields in silence lie.
May the blessings of this season come to you;
The mist of autumn eve and morning dew;
For bounteous gifts of fruit and grain our harvest hymn we sing,
And praise to him our God and King.