Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land!
Lo! the promise of a shower
Drops already from above!
Haste, O Lord, and quickly pour
All the spirit of thy love.
307. 7s. & 5s. M. A. C. Thomas.
The Reconciliation.
1Thou, whose wide extended sway
Suns and systems e'er obey!