Fill Us with Thanks

Thy hand, O Lord, has showered down Rich blessings on our head: The earth good harvests yield, Thou blessest flock and field, Thy covnant Thou hast sealed And all the way hast led. The gifts Thou sendest to Thine own Are but a token small Of all Thou hast in store, Increasing more and more And as in days of yore Thou hast bestowed them all. On strength of man well not depend For human help will fail. We cannot fill our need, But Thou our souls must feed, And teach us to give...