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;
The sun is taught by thee 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 rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Thro' all our coasts redundant stores;
While winter, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wears.
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.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes,
'Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
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First Line: | Eternal source of every joy |
Title: | Seasons crowned with Goodness |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Times and Seasons |
Notes: | Public Domain. |