God, your Maker; God of spring!
2 Praise him, trees so lately bare;
Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;
All ye creatures of the air,
All ye soft-descending showers,
Praise, with each awakening thing,
God, your Maker; God of spring!
3 Praise him, man!—thy fitful heart
Let this balmy season move
To employ its noblest part,