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, his children, He gives the daily bread.
All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above;
Then thank the Lord, oh, thank the Lord,
For all His love!
- Verse 2 of the hymn "We Plough the Fields and Scatter," M. Claudius