782. To praise the ever-bounteous Lord

1 To praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers:
He calls--and at his voice came forth
The smiling harvest hours.

2 His covenant with the earth he keeps:
My tongue, his goodness sing:
Summer and winter know their time,
The harvest crowns the spring.

3 Well please the husbandmen behold
The waving, yellow crop;
With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams
The ripening harvest bless.

Text Information
First Line: To praise the ever-bounteous Lord
Author: Needham
Meter: C. M.
Publication Date: 1873
Topic: The Christian Nation: Thanksgiving; Summer and Harvest
Notes: Now Public Domain.
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Media
More media are available on the text authority page.

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us
It looks like you are using an ad-blocker. Ad revenue helps keep us running. Please consider white-listing Hymnary.org or getting Hymnary Pro to eliminate ads entirely and help support Hymnary.org.