3 He wakes the genial spring, Perfumes the balmy air; The vales their tribute bring, The promise of the year: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.
4 He leads the circling year; His flocks the hills adorn; He fills the golden ear, And loads the field with corn; O happy mortals! raise your voice; Rejoice, in sacred lays rejoice.
1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ.
2 All that Spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land,-- All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores,--
3 These to that dear Source we owe Whence our sweetest comforts flow; These, through all my happy days, Claim my cheerful songs of praise.
4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise Grateful, never-ending praise, And, when every blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone.
1 Eternal Source of every joy! Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, To hail thee Sovereign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole; By thee the sun is taught to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer suns with vigor shine, To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, softened by thy care, No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade.
The Goodness of God in the Seasons. Ps. 65.
1 At God's command, the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills.
2 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers.
3 The desert grows a fruitful field; Abundant food the valleys yield; The valleys shout with cheerful voice, And neighboring hills repeat their joys.
4 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; O'er every field thy glories shine; Through every month thy gifts appear: Great God! thy goodness crowns the year.