O Lord you bless us each day with gifts
from your hand. Now as our cup overflows,
may we too bring forth.
We the hands, we the eyes, we the voice
of Christ. O, faithful God, we entrust
our treasure to your heart.
The sparrow neither sows nor reaps, has storehouse
nor barn. And flowers neither spin nor weave,
yet they wear royal robes.
The Lord hears the cry of the poor; the lives
of the weak he shall save. Blessed those who care
for the poor; happiness is their reward.