My God, my Love, I thank for blessings true.
Ingratitude I would not have a part
Of me. Likewise this day I would not rue.
‘Tis gift of many gifts ye bring in cart.
A cart from Ye doth overflow alway’.
Ye give and give and give from bounty full.
Just ‘tis your way, not count the cost, I say.
To give and give, alway’, is just your rule.
Do ye want me to do the same, I ask?
I know to give brings happiness to me.
‘Tis right to follow way ye show, to cast
My bounty far and wide, as far can see.
If I do give as ye provide for me,
I am so very blessed, and loved, I see.