We plough the fields, and scat-ter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and wa-tered
By God's al-might-y hand:
He sends the snow in win-ter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breez-es, and the sun-shine,
And soft, re-fresh-ing rain.
All good gifts a-round us
Are sent from heaven a-bove;
Then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord, for all His love.
He on-ly is the Mak-er,
Of all things near and far;
He paints the way-side flow-er,
He lights the even-ing star;
The winds and waves o-bey Him,
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more, to us His chil-dren,
He gives our dai-ly bread.
All good gifts a-round us
Are sent from heaven a-bove;
Then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord, for all His love.
We thank Thee then, O Fa-ther,
For all things bright and good,
The seed-time and the har-vest,
Our life, our health, our food.
Ac-cept the gifts we of-fer
For all Thy love im-parts,
And, what Thou most de-sirest,
Our hum-ble, thank-ful hearts.
All good gifts a-round us
Are sent from heaven a-bove;
Then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord, for all His love.