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October 1995 | by Norman Perry

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