851. L. M. Heginbotham.
The God of the Seasons.
1Great God! let all our tuneful powers
Awake and sing thy mighty name;
Thy hand rolls on our circling hours,
The hand from which our being came.
2Seasons and moons revolving round
In beauteous order speak thy praise;
And years with smiling mercy crowned,
To thee successive honors raise.
3Each changing season on our souls
Its sweetest, kindest influence sheds;
And every period, as it rolls,
Showers countless blessings on our heads.
4Our lives, our health, our friends, we owe
All to thy vast unbounded love;
Ten thousand precious gifts below,
And hope of nobler joys above.