O thou who to our humble prayer

1 O thou, who to my humble pray'r
Dost always bend thy list'ning ear!
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.

2 By wond'rous acts, O God, most just!
Have we thy gracious answer found;
In thee remotest nations trust,
And those whom stormy waves surround.

3 From out thy unexhausted store
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground;
Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and richest fruits abound.

4 On rising ridges down it pours,
And ev'ry furrow'd valley fills;
Thou mak'st them soft with gentle show'rs,
In which a blest increase distils.

5 Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown;
And where thy glorious paths appear,
Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.

6 They drop on barren forests, chang'd
By them to pastures fresh and green;
The hills about, in order rang'd,
In beauteous robes of joy are seen.

7 Large flocks, with fleecy wool, adorn
The cheerful downs; the vallies bring
A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn,
And seem for joy to shout and sing.

Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #XLIV