Sunday's Hymn: We Plough the Fields, and Scatter

We plough 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.

Refrain

All good gifts around us
Are sent from heav’n 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, our food:
No gifts have we to offer
For all thy love imparts,
But that which thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.

—Matthias Claudius

Other hymns, worship songs, prayers, sermons excerpts, or quotes posted today:

• Perplexity Relieved at The Upward Call
• My God, I Thank Thee at The Happy Wanderer
• Our Own Dear Shepherd at Tried With Fire
• Your weekly dose of Spurgeon: Haters wanted! at Pyromaniacs

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