Oh Hand of Bounty, Largely Spread

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 Thee;

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 bless­èd beams around us shine.

And Thine we are

and on­ly Thine!