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.
All good gifts around us are sent from heav'n above; then thank the Lord, oh, 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 seedtime 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.