Give thanks, my soul, for harvest, for store of fruit and grain, but know the owner gives so that we may share again. Where people suffer hunger, or little children cry, with gifts from God's rich bounty may thankfulness reply. Give thanks, my soul for riches of woodland, mine, and hill, but know that gold and timber are the Creator's still. God lends to us, as stewards, abundance we might share, and thus provide earth's children the blessing of God's care. Give thanks, my could, for labours, that strength and days employ, but know that Maker's purpose bring toil as well as joy. Show forth, O God, your purpose; direct our will and hand to share your love and bounty with all in every land.