God op­ens wide His hand,
In this our na­tive land,
Year aft­er year.
From His abun­dant store
He giv­eth ev­er­more,
Pressed down and run­ning o’er,
Our hearts to cheer.

What though the earth may quake,
And hills, and mount­ains shake,
He lives and reigns.
The oceans ebb and flow,
The sea­sons come and go,
His Word no change can know,
His truth re­mains.

That spring-time shall not cease,
And sum­mer yield in­crease,
Whilst au­tumn brings
From fields the gold­en grain,
From or­chards fruits again,
Our frail lives to sus­tain,
God’s choic­est things.

To Him who gov­erns all,
And notes a spar­row’s fall,
All na­tions’ king,
We will from shore to shore,
Our lov­ing Lord ad­ore,
Till time shall be no more,
His prais­es sing.