A Succoth Hymn

FOR garnered fields and meadows cropped

And orchards plucked of peach and pear—

Lord, what Thy hand has given us,

For this we bring our grateful prayer.

To Thee we come with hearts made glad:

For wheat that is our staff and stay;

For oats and rye that caught the glint

Of sunset on a summer’s day.

With face upturned in sun and rain,

And stout resolves to do our task—

O Lord, who gives to each his due,

Thy blessings for these do we ask:—

That never faltering, though our arms

Were weary and and our spirits spent;

That bravely we endured the toil

And anguish that the seasons sent;

We thank Thee, yea, for throbs of Love

That glorify each earth-born soul,

And link all pulsing hearts to Thee

In one vast, universal whole.