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C.M.

1
Fountain of mercy, God of love!
How rich Thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.

2
When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3
The spring’s sweet influence was Thine,
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav’st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.

4
These various mercies from above.
Matured the swelling grain,
A yellow harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5
Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From whom his blessings flow!

6
Fountain of love! our praise is Thine,
To Thee our songs we’ll raise,
And all created nature join
In sweet harmonious praise!