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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 30, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 18.

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HARVEST

LORD God of Years, Thy contrite people stand To render now Thy talent to Thy hand; Forgive the meagre increase, Lord, we plead; Forgive the wasting of Thy pregnant seed.
Where wide, white moons of harvest on us burn, Amid the sweat of struggle we would turn And thank Thee for these honest, toil-worn days; In songs of work we give Thee truest praise.
Lord God of Years, thy grateful people stand To render now Thy talent to Thy hand; Judge Thou our service in its thought and deed; Grant us the heart of joy,—Thy workers' meed.
—Emery Pottle.