Thou openest Thy hand—the good sun pours
Its warmth and light upon us day by day;
The vaulted clouds release their precious stores,
To send the silver rain upon its way;
The grain is ripened, and the golden yield
Is like a benediction down each field.
Thou openest Thy hand. O blessed One,
Because of this men live and laugh and sing;
The flowers unfurl their petals in the sun,
The little birds take bright, ecstatic wing;
Thy love has kept Thy great and mighty hand
Opened for every people, every land.
We acknowledge, Lord, Thy mercy through our days,
And give Thee our united, joyous praise.
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