1 Father, blessing every seed-time,
and refreshing all the soil,
ripening the gracious harvest
for which all thy servants toil:
O thou source of every blessing
showered daily from above,
hearken to our lips confessing‿
our thanksgiving for thy love.

2 Here we bless thy hand that gave us‿
though and feeling, life and limb;
bless thy Son, who dies to save us,
in our glad and joyous hymn;
bless thy Spirit, who doth make us‿
fit to worship as we ought;
Father, leave not nor forsake us,
till into thy garner brought.

3 With thy dews and sunshine tend us
through life's long and changeful year;
from the enemy defend us,
lest the tares of sin appear:
let thine eye and hand the keepers‿
of our souls for ever be,
till thine angel harvest-reapers
sheaves of glory bind for thee.