859. S. M. Watts.
Blessings of Spring.
1Good is the heavenly King,
Who makes the earth his care,
Visits the pastures every spring,
And bids the grass appear.
2Like rivers raised on high,
The clouds, at thy command,
Pour out their blessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.
3The hills, on every side,
Rejoice at falling showers:
The meadows, dressed in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flowers.
4The ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.