Hymn: All That the Earth Can Yield
    Footnotes

    “Hymn: All That the Earth Can Yield,” Ensign, Oct. 1981, 7

    Hymn: All That the Earth Can Yield

    All that the earth can yield,

    All that seeds can hold,

    Sheep within the fold;

    Fruit of a heavy field

    Or fallen from tree and vine:

    They are already thine.

    All that I think I own,

    All within my hand,

    House and plot of land;

    All that I’ve reaped and sown

    And all that the world calls mine:

    They are already thine.

    All of the dreams of youth,

    Memories of age,

    Life at every stage;

    All that I know of truth

    And all that is sweet and fine:

    It is already thine.

    All of the trust I’ve earned,

    All of the tears I’ve shed,

    Hungry souls I’ve fed;

    All of the love I’ve learned,

    Lord, all that is truly mine:

    It is already thine.