1 Fountain of mercy, God of love,
how rich Your bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move
proclaim Your constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
the sower hid the grain,
Your goodness marked its secret birth,
and sent the early rain.

3 You gave the influence of spring;
the plants in beauty grew;
the summer came it sun to bring,
and mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
matured the swelling grain;
a yellow harvest crowns Your love,
and plenty fills the plain.

5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Your love on us bestows;
let us not then forget to own
from whom such blessing flows.

6 Fountain of love, our praise we bring;
to You our songs we'll raise;
and all created nature sing
in glad exultant praise.