1 Oh Lord, we tremble at Thy frown,
And dread Thy scourging hand;
The varied sins and crimes we own,
Of this our guilty land.
2 But spare, oh Lord, in mercy spare
The herbage of the field;
And under Thy paternal care,
May it abundance yield.
3 Restrain the solar fervid ray,
And grant refreshing rains;
Restore the verdure from decay,
And drench the parchèd plains.
4 But speak the word, and soon shall rise
The faint and withered grain;
And hopeful prospects of supplies,
Our hearts shall raise again.
5 Then we our gratitude will show,
To our preserver, God;
Our songs of melody shall flow,
And spread His praise abroad.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15781