Universalis

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

A Thanksgiving for all things, from the hymnal (and also today's Morning Prayer, at least in my old 4-volume).

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.

(antiphon)
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.

(antiphon)

We thank you then, dear Father,
for all things bright and good:
the seedtime and the harvest,
our life, our health, our food.
And all that we can offer
your boundless love imparts,
the gifts to you most pleasing
are humble, thankful hearts.

(antiphon x2)
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