OH hand of bounty, largely spread, By whom our every want is fed, Whate'er we touch, or taste, or see, We owe them all, oh Lord! to The The corn, the oil, the purple wine, Are all Thy gifts, and only Thine! The stream Thy word to nectar dyed, The bread Thy blessing multiplied, The stormy wind, the whelming flood, That silent at Thy mandate stood, How well they knew Thy voice Divine, Whose works they were, and only Thine! Though now no more on earth we trace Thy footsteps of celestial grace, Obedient to Thy word and will We seek Thy daily mercy still; Its blessed beams around us shine, And Thine we are, and only Thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK SOMETIMES by C. MARGARET BRANDT ADDRESS FOR MISS FONTENELLE by ROBERT BURNS |