Hymn 119: We plough the fields and scatter

Verse 1

We plough the fields and scatter 

The good seed on the land,

But it is fed and water’d 

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 heav’n above

Then thank the Lord, O, thank the Lord,

For all His love.

Verse 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 wave obey Him,

By Him the birds are fed;

Much more to us His children

He gives our daily bread.

Verse 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;

Accept the gifts we offer 

For all Thy love imparts 

And, what Thou most desirest,

Our humble, thankful hearts.