The first season of gardening in Ladysmith goes down in the books as a success. Of course I can hardly take all the credit!
We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest,
We praise Thee for sunshine, the dew and the rain;
For soft summer breezes so gracefully bending
The bright golden billows of grain.
We praise Thee, O Lord, for the bountiful harvest
That now has been gathered and garnered with care;
Rewarding the toil of the sower and reaper,
While all in its blessings may share.
For the bountiful harvest
We praise Thee, we thank Thee and bless Thee, O Lord:
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