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 gav’st the ripening suns to shine,
And summer’s golden hours.
4 Thy quickening life, forever near,