Wedding Cantata: Rise Up, My Love

The promise of living with hope and thanksgiving is born of our loving our friends and our labor.
The promise of growing with faith and with knowing is born of our sharing our love with our neighbor.
For many a year we've know these fields and known all the work that makes them yield.
Are you ready to lend a hand?
We'll bring in harvest, the blessing of harvest.
We plant each row with seeds of grain, and Providence sends us the sun and the rain.
By lending a hand, by lending an arm, bring out from the farm, bring out the blessings of harvest.
Give thanks there was sunshine, give thanks there was rain.
Give thanks we have hands to deliver the grain.
Come join us in thanking the Lord for his blessing.
O let us be joyful.
O let us be grateful to the Lord for His blessing.
The promise of ending in right uderstanding is peace in our own hears and peace with our neighbor.
O let us sing our song, and let oursong be heard.
Let's sing our song with our hearts, and find a promise in that song.
The promise of living, The promise of growing.
The promise of ending is labor and sharing our loving.



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Pinkham
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