1 FOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love! How rich Thy bounties are! The rolling seasons, as they move, Proclaim Thy constant care. 2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, 3 The spring's sweet influence was Thine, 4 These various mercies from above, A yellow harvest crowns Thy love, 5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone 6 Fountain of love! our praise is Thine; To Thee our songs we'll raise, And all created Nature join Alice Flowerdew, 1811. 1 LORD, in Thy Name Thy servants plead, And sworn to hear; Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, The fresh and fading year. 2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted, Lord, with Thee; And now, that spring has on us smiled We wait on Thy decree. 3 The former and the latter rain, The summer sun and air, The green ear, and the golden grain, All Thine, are ours by prayer. 4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene! 5 Sogrant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below, That Thee, in Thy new heaven and earth, 6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Amen! John Keble, 1857. *Repeat the last line of each Stanza, or omit the last phrase of the Melody. 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! 2 For the blessings of the field, 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain; 4 All that Spring with bounteous hand 5 These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 6 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear 7 Should the vine put forth no more, 8 Should Thine alter'd hand restrain 9 Yet to Thee my soul should raise Grateful vows and solemn praise; And, when every blessing's flown, Love Thee for Thyself alone! Anna Lætitia Barbauld, 1773. |