Come, let us praise our Master's Hand,
    Which gives us Daily Bread;
Thy House, my Lord, is full of Guests,
    Thy Table richly spread:
Earth is thy Table, where thy Guests
    Do daily sit and feed;
Thy Hand Carves every one his Part,
    And suffers none to Need.

Naked came I into the World,
    And nothing with me brought;
And nothing have I here deserv'd,
    Yet have I lacked Nought.
I do not bless my Lab'ring Hand,
    My Lab'ring Head, or Chance;
Thy Providence, most Gracious God,
    Is mine Inheritance.

Thy Bounty gives me Bread with Peace,
    A Table free from Strife;
Thy Blessing is the Staff of Bread,
    Which is the Staff of Life.
The People sate in Companies,
    My Saviour fed them all;
So all the Families of th' Earth
    Have Tables in God's Hall.

 The Vine and Olive-Branches too
    Are Nourish'd by thy Care;
Mercies we eat, Mercies we drink,
    Mercies we daily wear.
Shall I repine against my God,
    That kept me all my Days?
Then let my Tongue forget to taste,
    When it forgets to praise.

My God, my only Help and Hope,
    My strong and sure Defence:
For all my Safety and my Peace
    I bless thy Providence.
The daily Favours of my God
    I cannot Sing at large;
Yet let me make this Holy Boast,
    I am th' Almighty's Charge.

Lord, in the Day, thou art about
    The Paths wherein I tread;
And in the Night, when I lie down,
    Thou art about my Bed.
I travel through the Wilderness,
    Free from the Beasts of Prey;
The Wolves and Lions Mouths are stopp'd,
    The Serpents creep away. 

In Preservation God Creates,
    Delivers in Protection;
Lord, every Moment of my Life
    Is like a Resurrection.
A thousand Deaths I daily 'scape,
    I pass by many a Pit,
I sail by many dreadful Rocks,
    Where others have been split.

I see blind People with mine Eyes,
    To Hospitals I walk;
I hear of them that cannot hear,
    And of the Dumb I talk;
Lord, what am I that thou should'st shew
    Such Favour unto me?
My Bones and Senses all must say,
    Lord, who is like to thee?