November 21, 2012 by currbell
Bounteous Source of every joy, Let Thy Praise our tongues employ.
For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvest brings, Grateful praises now we sing.
As Thy prospering hand hath blest, May we give Thee of our best;
And by deeds of kindly love, For Thy mercies grateful prove.
~Anna L. Barbauld 1772