O Lord of heav'n and earth and sea,
To Thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to Thee,
Who givest all?
The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruits,Thy love declare;
Where harvests ripen, Thou art there,
Who givest all.
For peaceful homes and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe Thee thankfulness and praise,
Who givest all.
For souls redeemed, for sins forgiv'n,
For means of grace and hopes of heav'n,
Father, all praise to Thee be giv'n,
Who givest all.
We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have as treasure without end,
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend,
Who givest all.
To Thee, from Whom we all derive
Our life, our gifts, our power to give:
O may we ever with Thee live,
Who givest all.
