How fair, how fruitful is the land
Blessed by the great Creator’s hand;
The bounty that the earth displays
Demands our thankful song of praise;
Let us for God’s great gifts so free
Bring now our glad doxology.
We scan the beauty of the earth,
God’s earth, whose word first gave it birth;
See nature all her powers employ
To bring both man and Maker joy;
Praise be to God for gifts that we
Enjoy in rich variety.
To God continual praise is owed
For every gift he has bestowed,
The skill to plough, to sow, to tend,
Then gather corn at
season’s end;
Yet man, to earth and air and seas
Now brings pollution and disease.
And there are multitudes unfed,
For whom no table will be spread;
May we be swift to feed and aid
Those who exist in famine’s shade;
For sympathy will not suffice,
True love demands some sacrifice.
O God, whose grace and providence
Displayed in Jesus are immense,
Fill us with gratitude and praise;
Guide us through all our earthly days,
And give us grace that we may rise
Through Christ, to dwell in paradise
