ETERNAL source of every joy, Well may thy praise our lips employ. While in thy...

ETERNAL source of every joy, Well may thy praise our lips employ. While in thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

The flowery spring at thy command Embalms the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And, winters softened by thy care No more a face of horror wear.

Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demands successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid With opening light, and evening shade.

Here in thy house shall incense rise, As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes; Still will we make thy mercies known Around thy board, and round our own.

O may our more harmonious tongue In worlds unknown pursue the song; And in those brighter courts adore Where days and years revolve no more!