Earth Below Is Teeming

Earth below is teeming, Heaven is bright above; Every brow is beaming In the light of love; Every eye rejoices, Every thought is praise: happy hearts and voices Gladden nights and days.

Every youth and maiden, On the harvest plain, Round the waggons laden With their golden grain, Swell the happy chorus On the evening air, Unto Him who o’er us Bends with constant care.

For the sun and showers, For the rain and dew, For the happy hours Spring and summer knew; For the golden autumn And its precious stores, For the love that brought them Teeming to our doors.

Earth’s broad harvest whitens In a brighter sun Than the orb that lightens All we tread upon. Send our labourers, Father, Where fields ripening wave; And the nations gather, Gather in and save.