Great God, as seasons disappear

Verse 1

Great God, as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, As time with rapid pinions flies, May every season make us wise.

Verse 2

Long has thy favor crowned our days, And summer shed again its rays; No deadly cloud our sky has vailed; No blasting winds our path assailed.

Verse 3

Our harvest months have o'er us rolled, And filled our fields with waving gold; Our tables spread, our garners stored! Where are our hearts to praise the Lord?

Verse 4

The solemn harvest comes apace, The closing day of life and grace: Time of decision, awful hour! Around it let no tempests lower!

Verse 5

Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, Like stars in heaven to rise and shine; Then shall our happy souls above Reap the full harvest of thy love!