Fountain of life, and 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 marked its secret birth,

And sent the early rain.

3 The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was thine,

Its mild, refreshing showers;

Thou gavest the ripening suns to shine,

And summer’s golden hours.

4 Thy quickening life, for ever near,

Matured the swelling grain;

The bounteous harvest crowns the year,

And plenty fills the plain.

5 With thankful hearts we trace thy way

Through all our smiling vales;

Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,

Seed-time nor harvest, fails!