1 Fountain of mercy, God of love,
How rich Thy bounties are;
The changing 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,
And sent the early rain.
3 The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And soft refreshing dew.
4 These varied mercies, from above,
Matured the swelling grain:
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails:
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.
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First Line: | Fountain of mercy, God of love |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Harvest; Seamen; Seasons: Autumn |
Notes: | Author from index: Alice Flowerdew |