As the dew from Hea­ven dis­till­ing,
Gently on the grass des­cends,
And re­vives it, thus ful­fill­ing
What Thy pro­vi­dence in­tends;
Let thy doc­trine, Lord! so gra­cious,
Thus des­cend­ing from above,
Blest by Thee, prove ef­fi­ca­cious
To fulf­ill Thy work of love.

Lord! Be­hold Thy con­gre­ga­tion,
Precious pro­mis­es ful­fill,
From Thy holy ha­bi­ta­tion
Let the dew of life dis­till;
Let our cry come up be­fore Thee,
Sweetest in­flu­ence shed around;
So Thy peo­ple shall ad­ore Thee,
And con­fess the joy­ful sound.