We Plow the Fields

We plow the fields

and scat­ter

The good seed on the land

But it is fed and wa­tered

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 Heav­en above

Then thank the Lord

O thank the Lord

For all His love.

He on­ly is the Mak­er

Of all things near and far;

He paints the way­side flow­er

He lights the ev­en­ing star;

The winds and waves ob­ey Him

By Him the birds are fed;

Much more to us

His child­ren

He gives our dai­ly bread.

We thank Thee

then

O Fa­ther

For all things bright and good

The seed time and the har­vest

Our life

our health

and food;

No gifts have we to of­fer

For all Thy love im­parts

But that which Thou de­sir­est

Our hum­ble

thank­ful hearts.