We Thank Thee, Our Father (Poling)

For the fruits of the earth

And the sky and the sea

For the boun­ti­ful har­vests

So won­drous­ly free

For the gold of the au­tumn

The sear and the brown

For the bloom of the flow­er

When win­ter is flown

For the work and the play

For the night and the day

We thank Thee

our Fa­ther

Yea

praise and ex­tol;

We thank Thee

our Fa­ther

Great God of us all.

For the touch of wee hands

In the ten­der ca­ress

For the lips of the fair­est

And dear­est we press

For the strength of our fa­thers

Whose vi­gor we share

For the faith of our mo­thers

For love that they bear—

For the friends of tried worth

For the land of our birth

For the toil of our hands

For the task that com­mands

For the field that is white

Unto har­vest de­mands

For the hope of the tri­umph

Of peace o’er the sword

For the Son of High Heav­en

Our Sav­ior and Lord

For the crown that He wore

For the cross that He bore