The Song Book of the Salvation Army ‎#925

925. Eternal Source of every joy

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

2 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.

3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts abundant stores,
And winters, softened by thy care,
No more their barren aspect wear.

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

5 To thee by every right belongs
The sweetest note in all our songs,
But also what must please thee more:
Our lives to serve, our hearts to adore.

Text Information

• First Line: Eternal Source of every joy
• Author: Philip Doddridge (1702-51)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1986
• Topic: Special Occasions: Harvest

Tune Information

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