Reap me the earth, as a harvest to God,
gather and bring it again, all that is his, to the
maker of all. Lift it and offer it high.

Bring bread, bring wine, give glory to the Lord.
Whose is the earth but God’s,
whose is the praise but his?

Go with your song and your music, with joy,
go to the altar of God. Carry your offerings, fruits
of the earth, work of our laboring hands.

Gladness and pity and passion and pain,
all that is mortal in man, lay all before him, return
him his gift, God, to whom all shall go home.