Give thanks for every gift
this fertile earth displays;
to God your voices lift
in thankfulness and praise!
Our sea and sky, our fruitful land,
are blessings from a Father's hand.
Each passing season brings
its store of sun and rain,
as winters turn to springs
and summers bloom again:
then God be thanked for autumn fields,
the ripened grain that harvest yields.
And even as we pray
'Give us our daily bread,'
we long to see the day
when all the world is fed,
when justice reigns from shore to shore
and hunger stalks the earth no more.
In Christ all needs are met,
to him in faith we come;
on him our hopes are set
of that eternal home,
where, one with him, our sins forgiven,
we share the harvest feast of heaven.