1 Eternal source of ev'y joy!
Thy praise shall ev'ry voice employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee, Sov'reign 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 flow'ry spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand, in autumn richly pours
Thro' all our coasts redundant stores;
While winter's, soften'd by thy care,
NO face of want or 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.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
'Till to those brighter courts we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
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First Line: | Eternal source of ev'ry joy! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | The Seasons crown'd with Goodness |