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<h2>WE PLOW THE FIELDS</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the sons of the kingdom.&#8221; Matthew 13:38</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_l_claudius_m.jpg" alt="Matthias Claudius" width="130" height="169.333333333333"></td>
<td><em>Words:</em> Matthias Claudius, <em>Paul Erdmann&#8217;s Fest</em>, 1782. Claudius, a newspaper editor &amp; agriculture official in Hessen Darmstadt, Germany, heard the words sung by local farmers. <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_a_campbell_jm.html" target="_blank">Jane Montgomery Campbell</a> translated them from German to English in 1861; her version first appeared in <em>A Garland of Songs</em>, by Charles S. Bere, 1862.
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Wir Pflügen (Dresden),&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_c_schulz_jap.html" target="_blank">Johann Abraham Peter Schulz</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_wirpflug.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_c_schulz_jap.jpg" alt="Johann Abraham Peter Schulz (1747-1800)" width="133.333333333333" height="177.333333333333"></td>
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<p>We plow the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land,<br>
But it is fed and watered by God&#8217;s almighty hand;<br>
He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain,<br>
The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain.</p>
<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
<p class="refrain">All good gifts around us<br>
Are sent from heaven above,<br>
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord<br>
For all His love.</p>
<p>He only is the Maker of all things near and far;<br>
He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star;<br>
The winds and waves obey Him, by Him the birds are fed;<br>
Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread.</p>
<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
<p>We thank Thee, then, O Father, for all things bright and good,<br>
The seed time and the harvest, our life, our health, and food;<br>
No gifts have we to offer, for all Thy love imparts,<br>
But that which Thou desirest, our humble, thankful hearts.</p>
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