1 O gracious Hand that freely gives
The fruit of earth our toil to bless!
O Love, by which the sinner lives,
O let our tongue that love confess!
2 Our God for all our need provides;
His sun alike o'er all doth shine;
From none His glorious beams He hides;
So rich, so free, His love divine.
3 Again this love our garners fills;
This love again let all adore;
The cry of want this bounty stills,
Who biddeth all His Name implore.
4 O may our lives through grace abound,
In holy fruits, and Thee proclaim!
Let all Thy courts with praises sound
Thy gracious hand, Thy wondrous Name.
5 Lord, when Thou shalt descend from heaven,
Thy ransomed harvest here to reap,
May in that day Thy joy be given
To those who now go forth and weep.
Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #186