- My ancestor was our father Abraham who left his home and family
Israel a homeless refugee who settled in a foreign land.
- There they became slaves and cried to God
they were treated badly but you saw their misery.
- When they went they were few, but you made them a powerful nation
in your love you gave them a rich and fertile country,
- so they brought you the first fruits from their land
tokens of harvest they offered to you.
- Centuries later it's the same, we bring you our work
we still need a harvest thanksgiving to bring you the fruit of our toil,
- though I can't live off my garden
my allotment won't make me a farmer like my ancestors.
- I live in an urban society
the symbols of harvest belong to the country;
- others work for my food, I no longer live close to the earth
my health and welfare depend on people I do not know.
- Nevertheless, my God, I bring you my life
bless the toil of my hands and my brain;
- you have brought me also to an abundant heritage
I offer you a token of the harvest I share in every day.
Similar to my psalm used on a Tyne-Tees TV Harvest service from Gibside Chapel, Gateshead 1989.