Full of pro­vi­den­tial love,
Thou dost Thy sons sus­tain;
Send Thy bless­ings from above
In earth-en­rich­ing rain;
From Thy ri­ver in the skies
Streams through ai­ry chan­nels flow,
Bid the spring­ing corn arise,
And cheer the world be­low.

Kindly do the show­ers dis­till,
Taught by the art of God,
All the set­tled fur­rows fill,
And soft­en ev­ery clod;
Thou the ac­cept­able year
Dost with smil­ing plen­ty crown;
Clouds the trea­sured fat­ness bear,
And drop in bless­ings down.

Springs the wa­tered wil­der­ness
Into a fruit­ful field;
Earth her hund­red-fold in­crease
Doth at Thy bid­ding yield;
Hills and vales with prais­es ring,
Joy as­cends to Hea­ven above;
Laugh the har­ves­ters, and sing
The boun­te­ous God of love.