Come, sing a song of harvest,
Of thanks for daily food!
To offer God the first fruits
Is old as gratitude.

Long, long ago, the reapers,
Before they kept the feast,
Put first-fruits in the basket,
And took it to the priest.

Shall we, sometimes forgetful
Of where creation starts,
With science in our pockets
Lose wonder from our hearts?

May God, the great creator,
To whom all life belongs,
Accept this gifts we offer,
Our service and our songs.

And lest the world go hungry
While we ourselves are fed,
Make each of us more ready
To share our daily bread.