1 Come, sing a song of harvest, Of thanks for daily food! To offer God the first-fruits is old as gratitude. 2 Long, long ago, the reapers, before they kept the feast, Put first-fruits in a basket, and took it to the priest. 3 Shall we, sometimes forgetful oh where creation starts, With science in our pockets lose wonder from our hearts? 4 May God, the great Creator, to whom all life belongs, Accept these gifts we offer, our service and our songs. 5 And lest the world go hungry while we ourselves are fed, Make each of us more ready to share our daily bread.