We plough the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land,
But it is fed and water'd 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.
	All good gifts around us are sent from Heav'n 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.
	All good gifts around us . . . .
We thank thee then, O father, for all things bright and good,
The seed-time and the harvest; our life, our health, our food.
No gifts have we to offer for all thy love imparts
But that which thou desirest: our humble, thankful hearts.
	All good gifts around us . . . .