WE PLOW THE FIELDS
by Matthias Claudius
We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes, and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.
He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far,
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star,
The winds and waves obey Him-
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us the children,
He gives our daily bread.
We thank Thee, then, 0 Father,
For all things bright and good;
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;
Accept the gift we offer
For all Thy love imparts,
And, what Thou most desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
The little brother follow me
A careful boy I want to be;
A little brother follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he’ll go the selfsame way.
I cannot once escape his eyes;
Whate'er he sees me do, he tries;
Like me he says he's going to be --
That little brother following me.
He thinks that I am good and fine;
Believes in every word of mine.
The bad in me he must not see --
That little brother following me,
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I’m building for the years to be
That little brother following me.
Posted by: Fahad bin razzaq
by Matthias Claudius
We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes, and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.
He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far,
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star,
The winds and waves obey Him-
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us the children,
He gives our daily bread.
We thank Thee, then, 0 Father,
For all things bright and good;
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;
Accept the gift we offer
For all Thy love imparts,
And, what Thou most desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
The little brother follow me
A careful boy I want to be;
A little brother follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he’ll go the selfsame way.
I cannot once escape his eyes;
Whate'er he sees me do, he tries;
Like me he says he's going to be --
That little brother following me.
He thinks that I am good and fine;
Believes in every word of mine.
The bad in me he must not see --
That little brother following me,
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I’m building for the years to be
That little brother following me.
Posted by: Fahad bin razzaq