We Plough 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 Heaven 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 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.