God of the seasons, come again
To bless the circling year!
Give us clear shining after rain,
And bid the spring appear!

Breathe on this fallen world of ours,
And wake it into life;
And send us genial suns and showers,
For winter’s stormy strife.

’Tis Thine to rear the tender crop,
The wandering flocks to feed;
And plenteous in Thy footsteps drop
Supplies for every need.

The year is with Thy goodness crowned,
The valleys laugh and sing,
The little hills rejoice around,
And earth adores her king.

God of the year, while thus the rest
Thy genial influence share,
Shine into every wintry breast,
And make a spring-tide there.