Fountain of mercy, God of love!
How rich Thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.
When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
The spring’s sweet influence was Thine,
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav’st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.
These various mercies from above.
Matured the swelling grain,
A yellow harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From whom his blessings flow!
Fountain of love! our praise is Thine,
To Thee our songs we’ll raise,
And all created nature join
In sweet harmonious praise!