We Plough The Fields

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.

I will give thanks unto the Lord with my whole heart.

—Psalm cxi. 1.