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,
But that which Thou de­sir­est,
Our hum­ble, thank­ful hearts.

Refrain