To thee, great Source of Good, their winding channels lead.
Call’d forth by thee, these Woods their leaves display,
T’ enrich their verdure in the solar ray.
Thou cloath’st each hedge and bush, each herb and plant—
To these fair blooming hopes thy blessing grant!
Bless thou the rising corn, the grassy field;
And let thy bounty plenteous harvests yield!
On thy supplies both man and beast attend;
On th’ opening year thou smil’st, thy goodness crowns its end.
What various flow’ry beauties spread the field,