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.
Refrain:
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. Refrain
We thank Thee, then, O Father,
for all things bright and good,
the seed time and the harvest,
our life, our health, and food;
no gifts have we to offer,
for all Thy love imparts,
and, what Thou most desirest,
our humble, thankful hearts. Refrain
Words: Matthias Claudius, 1782;
trans. Jane Montgomery Campbell, 1861
1 comment:
Our offerings are so pale in comparison to the offerings that God has bestowed upon us. How could anything we give compare to an offering of life, breath, nature, reasoning, and the many other bountiful offerings that our Lord delivered unto us before the foundation of the world.
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