Verse 1
Glory, love, and praise, and honour
For our food
Now bestow’d
Render we the donor.
Bounteous God, we now confess thee,
God, who thus
Blessest us,
Meet it is to bless thee.
Verse 2
Knows the ox his master’s stable,
And shall we
Not know thee,
Nourish’d at thy table?
Yes, of all good gifts the giver
Thee we own,
Thee alone
Magnify for ever.