With all the joys that everywhere abound,
In earth, in sky, on sea, in vibrant air,
Where God's great gifts are in abundance found,
What pity 'tis all men have not their share!

God grant that 'mid these gifts that fall to me,
In all the plenteous stores that on me press,
May come an eye my Brother's lack to see
And will to share with him my plenteousness!