And hearts of love, we come to bless
Thy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shed
Thy manna o’er our wilderness.
2 In early spring-time Thou didst fling
O’er earth its robe of blossoming;
And its sweet treasures, day by day,
Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray.
3 God of the seasons! Thou hast blest
The land with sunlight and with showers;
And plenty o’er its bosom smiles,