Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: Thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: Thou preparest them corn, when Thou hast so provided for it. Psalm 65:9
Words: Alice L. Flowerdew, Poems on Moral and Religious Subjects, third edition, 1811.
If you know where to get a good picture of Flowerdew or Courteville (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Fountain of mercy, God of love,
Whose gifts all creatures share,
The rolling seasons as they move
Proclaim Thy constant care.
When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,
The seasons knew Thy call;
Thou mad’st the summer sun to shine,
The summer dews to fall.
These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
And now the harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills this plain.
O ne’er may our forgetful hearts
O’erlook Thy bounteous care,
But what our Father’s hand imparts
Still own in praise and prayer.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.