1 As show'rs on meadows newly mown,
Jesus shall shed his blessings down,
Crown'd with whose life infusing drops,
Earth shall renew her blissful crops.

2 Lands that beneath a burning sky,
Have long been desolate and dry,
Th' effusions of his love shall share,
And sudden greens and herbage wear.

3 The dews and rains, in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o'er,
Are not so copious as that grace,
Which sanctifies and saves our race.

4 As in soft silence vernal show'rs
Descend and cheer the fainting flow'rs,
So in the secrecy of love
Falls the sweet infl'ence from above.

5 That heav'nly infl'ence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
While ev'ry grace maintains it bloom,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.

6 Nor let these blessings be confin'd
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
Till earth's wild wastes in verdure rise,
And a young Eden bless our eyes.