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
He is our only Maker,
O thank You Lord for love
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 desires
Our humble, thankful hearts
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