’Tis by Thy strength the mount­ains stand,
God of eter­nal pow­er;
The sea grows calm at Thy com­mand,
And tem­pests cease to roar.

Thy morn­ing light and ev­en­ing shade
Successive com­forts bring;
Thy plen­teous fruits make har­vest glad,
Thy flow­ers ad­orn the spring.

Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heav’n, earth, and air are Thine;
When clouds dis­till in fruit­ful show­ers,
The Au­thor is di­vine.

Those wan­der­ing cis­terns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around,
With wa­tery trea­sures well sup­ply
The fur­rows of the ground.

The thirs­ty ridg­es drink their fill,
And ranks of corn ap­pear;
Thy ways abound with bless­ing still,
Thy good­ness crowns the year.