Text: | Fountain of mercy, God of love |
Author: | Anna Flowerdew |
1 Fountain of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gavest refulgent suns to shine,
And the refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails:
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.
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First Line: | Fountain of mercy, God of love |
Author: | Anna Flowerdew |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | The Seasons; God's Bountiful Goodness |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |