1 Eternal Source of every joy!
Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear
To hail Thee Sov'reign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole!
The sun is taught by Thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flow'ry spring, at Thy command,
Perfumes the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Seasons and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning shade.
5 Here in Thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more!
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First Line: | Eternal Source of every joy! |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Harvest; Seamen; Seasons: Summer(1 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Doddridge |