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.-REF.
3 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.-REF.

Mathias Claudius Tr. by Jane Montgomery Campbell 1868

Clouds that drop their fattening dews;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse;
4 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores:
5 These to Thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Anna Lætitia Barbauld 177a

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