We lift our glad hearts, Lord, in thankfulness,
—Upon our knees we humbly give Thee praise
For all the harvestings that richly bless
—And strengthen us to battle with the days;
The ruddy apples gathered from the trees,
—The moon-faced pumpkins smiling through the dusk,
The honey freighted homeward by the bees,
—The corn and wheat now wrested from the husk.

But most of all we thank Thee, Lord, for dreams,
—The noble visionings of high emprise,
The glory of the Grail that brightly gleams
—Across the starry reaches of the skies
And leads us upward from the crumbling clod
Into communion, Lord, with Thee and God.

We lift our glad hearts, Lord, in thankfulness,
Upon our knees we humbly give Thee praise
For all the harvestings that richly bless
And strengthen us to battle with the days;
The ruddy apples gathered from the trees,
The moon-faced pumpkins smiling through the dusk,
The honey freighted homeward by the bees,
The corn and wheat now wrested from the husk.

But most of all we thank Thee, Lord, for dreams,
The noble visionings of high emprise,
The glory of the Grail that brightly gleams
Across the starry reaches of the skies
And leads us upward from the crumbling clod
Into communion, Lord, with Thee and God.