From our family to yours...have a blessed Thanksgiving Day!
We plow the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered by God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain.
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord
For all His love.
He only is the Maker of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him, by Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread,
We thank Thee, then, O Father, for all things bright and good,
The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, and food;
No gifts have we to offer, for all Thy love imparts,
But that which Thou desirest, our humble, thankful hearts.
Thank you God.
Blessings,
Aimee, Farmer Boy + the Furry Ones
~
Notes:
We Plow the Fields.
Lyrics by Matthias Claudius
Translated to English by Jane M. Campbell, 1861
first appearing in A Garland of Songs
by Charles S. Bere, 1862.
Info as found on
Cyber Hymnal™, http://www.hymntime.com/tch
This song or at least part of it, brings back some great memories of the play Godspell
(later put to film) and time spent living in view of the one of the waterways of the Emerald City.
I've always loved that beautiful city, this play and the lyrics to this song
on which the play's
All Good Gifts song is based.
Other links:
We Plow the Fields (song)
http://hymntime.com/tch/htm/w/e/p/weplowtf.htm
Thanksgiving overview
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving_(United_States)
To see some photos associated with the Pilgrims please see posts labeled "Thanksgiving"
Photo:
taken during a road trip with my oldest son, October 2012.
But it is fed and watered by God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain.
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord
For all His love.
He only is the Maker of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him, by Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread,
We thank Thee, then, O Father, for all things bright and good,
The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, and food;
No gifts have we to offer, for all Thy love imparts,
But that which Thou desirest, our humble, thankful hearts.
Thank you God.
Blessings,
Aimee, Farmer Boy + the Furry Ones
~
Notes:
We Plow the Fields.
Lyrics by Matthias Claudius
Translated to English by Jane M. Campbell, 1861
first appearing in A Garland of Songs
by Charles S. Bere, 1862.
Info as found on
Cyber Hymnal™, http://www.hymntime.com/tch
This song or at least part of it, brings back some great memories of the play Godspell
(later put to film) and time spent living in view of the one of the waterways of the Emerald City.
I've always loved that beautiful city, this play and the lyrics to this song
on which the play's
All Good Gifts song is based.
Other links:
We Plow the Fields (song)
http://hymntime.com/tch/htm/w/e/p/weplowtf.htm
Thanksgiving overview
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving_(United_States)
To see some photos associated with the Pilgrims please see posts labeled "Thanksgiving"
Photo:
taken during a road trip with my oldest son, October 2012.
2 comments:
Thanks for reminding me of this lovely song...that I enjoyed singing many times at church...
xx from Gracie
You are MOST welcome and happy Thanksgiving to you:)
Blessings,
Aimee
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