Merrily singing the harvest home, Io! Io!
Along the field, along the road,
Where autumn is scattering leaves abroad,
Homeward cometh the ripe last load, Io! Io! Singers are filling the twilight dim
With cheerful song, Io! Io!
The spirit of song ascends to Him
Who causeth the corn to grow.
He freely sent the gentle rain,
The summer sun glorified hill and plain,
To golden perfection brought the grain, Io! Io! Silently, nightly, fell the dew,
Gently the rain, Io! Io!
But who can tell how the green corn grew,
Or who beheld it grow?
Oh! God the good, in sun and rain,
He looked on the flourishing fields and grain,
Till they all appeared on hill and plain
Like living gold, Io! Io!
All Things Bright and Beautiful
Come, Ye Thankful People Come
Faith of Our Fathers
For the Beauty of the Earth
Grandma Stuffed the Turkey
Here We Go Over to Silly Tilly’s
Now Thank We All our God
Over the river and through the wood
To Gramma’s House
We Gather Together