God Opens Wide His Hand

God op­ens wide His hand

In this our na­tive land

Year aft­er year.

From His abun­dant store

He giv­eth ev­er­more

Pressed down and run­ning o’er

Our hearts to cheer.

What though the earth may quake

And hills

and mount­ains shake

He lives and reigns.

The oceans ebb and flow

The sea­sons come and go

His Word no change can know

His truth re­mains.

That spring-time shall not cease

And sum­mer yield in­crease

Whilst au­tumn brings

From fields the gold­en grain

From or­chards fruits again

Our frail lives to sus­tain

God’s choic­est things.

To Him who gov­erns all

And notes a spar­row’s fall

All na­tions’ king

We will from shore to shore

Our lov­ing Lord ad­ore

Till time shall be no more

His prais­es sing.