1 Once more, O Lord, we come to thee,
to offer thanks and praise –
the harvest time has come again -
our grateful songs we raise.
Some fruits we bring have come from near,
some gifts from distant lands –
bananas, sugar, citrus, pears,
all offering from our hands.

2 We thank you, Lord, for sea and san,
which help our tourist trade –
for sunshine warm and summer rain
on isles where pirates preyed.
In songs we chant our gratitude;
for loved ones dear to us,
health, family, friends and multitudes
of gifts that earn our trust.

3 Today in our Caribbean land
once more we bring our praise –
thanks-giving time has come again:
our voices we shall raise.
Another year has come and gone;
we have been blessed once more –
the offering, which your people bring,
flow, from your boundless store.