1 Eternal source of every joy,
Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling 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 flowery spring, at Thy command,
Perfumes the air and paints the land:
The summer days with vigor shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores,
And winters, softened by Thy care,
No more a face of 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 lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
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First Line: | Eternal Source of every joy! |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
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Topic: | Harvest |