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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. Chorus; 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. 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. —Matthius CLAUDIUS. |
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I will give thanks unto the Lord with my whole heart. —Psalm cxi. 1. |