1 Fountain of mercy, God of love,
How rich Thy bounties are;
The changing seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care,
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,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav’st refulgent suns to shine,
And soft refreshing dew,
And soft refreshing dew.

4 These varied mercies, from above,
Matured the swelling grain:
A kindly harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless Thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night or day,
Summer nor winter fails,
Summer nor winter fails.

Amen.