1 With songs and honours sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heav’ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends His show'rs of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 He gives the grazing ox his meat;
He hears the ravens cry:
But man, who tastes his finest wheat;
Should raise His honours high.

4 His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

6 He sends his word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn.
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

7 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty Word.
With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.