The earth is the Lord’s, and its full­ness,
And they that up­on it do dwell,
For He its foun­da­tions es­tab­lished—
To Him let your glad an­thems swell.

Refrain

Sing, sing, sing aloud His prais­es,
Sing, sing, sing His glo­ri­ous praise;
Glad, glad, glad thanks­giv­ing ren­der,
Sweetest songs to Je­sus raise.

The fruits of the earth are His boun­ties,
His gift is the gold­en-hued grain;
He send­eth the sun­shine and sha­dow,
He giv­eth or hold­eth the rain.

Refrain

The joys of the har­vest thanks­giv­ing,
The Lord, bless­èd giv­er of all,
Hath grant­ed to us, un­de­serv­ing;
Then praise Him, the great and the small.

Refrain