We Praise Thee, God, for Harvests Earned

We praise Thee

God

for har­vests earned

The fruits of la­bor gar­nered in;

But praise Thee more for soil un­turned

From which the yield is yet to win!

We praise Thee for the har­bor’s lee

And moor­ings safe in wa­ters still;

But more for leagues of op­en sea

Where fa­vor­ing gales our can­vas fill.

We praise Thee for the con­flicts won

For cap­tured strong­holds of the foe;

But more for fields where­on the sun

Lights us when we to bat­tle go.

We praise Thee for life’s ga­thered gains

And bless­ings in our cup that brim;

But more for pledge of what re­mains

Past the ho­ri­zon’s ut­most rim!