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.

 

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.

 

All good gifts around us

are sent from heaven above;

then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,

for all his love.

 

We thank thee then, O Father,

for all things bright and good,

the seed-time and the harvest,

our life, our health, our food.

Accept the gifts we offer

for all thy love imparts,

and, what thou most desirest,

our humble, thankful hearts.

 

All good gifts around us

are sent from heaven above;

then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,

for all his love.

 

Words: Matthias Claudius, 1782