From Thee, My God, All Blessings Spring

From Thee

my God

all bless­ings spring

To Thee my life I owe;

My lungs by Thee were bid to heave

My feet were taught to go.

Thy wool me clothes

Thy bread I eat

Thy streams my thirst al­lay:

Each night Thou spread’st a tent around

Kind guard­ian through the day.

A friend

that me­di­cine sweet of life

To Thee

my God

I owe:

Health

cre­dit

li­ber­ty

and peace

All from Thy boun­ty flow.

Author of good! I praise Thy name

On Thee I still de­pend:

Give me this day my dai­ly bread

All need­ful bless­ings send.

If more Thou giv’st

I thank Thee

Lord;

If less

still kind Thou art:

Content with this

may I se­cure

That sure and bet­ter part.

Next to Thy right may I have claim

To all that I call mine;

My hon­est la­bors pros­per

Lord

Thus give me that is Thine.

All anx­ious cares that wound my peace

Lord

ban­ish from my breast;

The fu­ture I would leave with Thee

For Thou wilt do the best.