Now join we , to praise the Creator, our voices in worship and song; we stand to recall with thanksgiving that to God all seasons belong: We thank you, O Source of all goodness, for the joy and abundance of crops, for food that is stored in our larders, for all we can buy in the shops. But also of need and starvation we sing with concern and despair, of skills that are used for destruction, of land that is burnt and laid bare. We cry for the plight of the hungry while harvests are left on the field, for orchards neglected and wasting, for produce from markets withheld. The song grows in depth and in wideness; the earth and its people are one. There can be no thanks without giving, no word without deeds that are done. Then teach us, O God of the harvest, to be humble in all that we claim, to share what we have with the nations, to care for the world in your name.