The Hymnal ‎#709

709. We plough the fields and scatter

1 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;
Then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord
For all His love.

2 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.
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above;
Then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord
For all His love.

3 We thank Thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food:
No gifts have we to offer
For all Thy love imparts,
But that which Thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above;
Then thank the Lord,
O thank the Lord
For all His love.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: We plough the fields and scatter
• Translator: Jane M. Campbell (1861)
• Author: Matthias Claudius (1782)
• Refrain First Line: All good gifts around us
• Publication Date: 1895

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