Some seed fell into rich soil and produced its crop.

You care for the earth, give it water,
  you fill it with riches.
Your river in heaven brims over
  to provide its grain.

Some seed fell into rich soil and produced its crop.

And thus you provide for the earth;
  you drench its furrows;
you level it, soften it with showers;
  you bless its growth.

Some seed fell into rich soil and produced its crop.

You crown the year with your goodness.
  Abundance flows in your steps,
  in the pastures of the wilderness it flows.

Some seed fell into rich soil and produced its crop.

The hills are girded with joy,
  the meadows covered with flocks,
the valleys are decked with wheat.
  They shout for joy, yes, they sing.

Some seed fell into rich soil and produced its crop.