1 Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King,
Who makes the earth his care,
Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,
And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out at thy command,
Their wat'ry blessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The soften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;
The valleys rich provision yield,
And the poor lab'rers sing.
4 The little hills on ev'ry side,
Rejoice at falling show'rs;
The meadows, dress'd in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flow'rs.
5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,
Promise a joyful crop;
The parched ground look green again,
And raise the reaper's hope.
6 The various months thy goodness crowns,
How bounteous are thy ways!
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,
And shepherds shout thy praise.
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First Line: | Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Part 3 |