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Thou crownest the year with thy goodness.
Psalm 65:3.
Fountain of life, and 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, Lord, was thine,
Its mild, refreshing showers;
Thou gavest the ripening suns to shine,
And summer’s golden hours.
4 Thy quickening life, for ever near,
Matured the swelling grain;
The bounteous harvest crowns the year,
And plenty fills the plain.
5 With thankful hearts we trace thy way
Through all our smiling vales;
Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,
Seed-time nor harvest, fails!