1 O Lord, I sing with mouth and heart,
Joy of my soul, to Thee;
To earth Thy knowledge I impart
As it is known to me.
2 Thou art the Fount of grace, I know,
And Spring so full and free
Whence saving health and goodness flow
Each day so bounteously.
3 For what have all that live and move
Thro' this wide world below
That does not from Thy bounteous love,
O heav'nly Father, flow!
4 Who built the lofty firmament?
Who spread th'expanse of blue?
By whom are to our pastures sent
Refreshing rain and dew?
5 Who warmeth us in cold and rain?
Who shields us from the wind?
Who orders it that fruit and grain
We in their season find?
6 Who is it life and health bestows?
Who keeps us with His hand
In golden peace, wards off war’s woes
From our dear native land?
7 O Lord, of this and all our store
Thou art the Author blest;
Thou keepest watch before our door
While we securely rest.
8 Thou feedest us from year to year
And constant dost abide;
With ready help in time of fear
Thou standest at our side.
9 Our deepest need dost Thou supply,
And all that lasts for aye;
Thou leadest us to our home on high
When hence we pass away.
Source: The Lutheran Hymnal #569