We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land;
But it is fed and watered
By God’s almighty hand:
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain;
The breezes, and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.
Chorus—
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above:
Then thank the Lord, O, thank the Lord,
For all His love!
He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far:
He paints the wayside flower;
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him;
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children,
He gives our daily bread.
We thank Thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good:
The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food.
Accept the gifts we offer
For all Thy love imparts;
And—what Thou most desirest—
Our humble, thankful hearts.