Text: | Eternal Source of every joy! |
Author: | Doddridge |
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 vigor shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
3 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.
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.
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First Line: | Eternal Source of every joy! |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | The Christian Nation: Thanksgiving; God's Goodness Crowns the Year |