1152    C.M.     A. Flowerdew
Seasons. Gen 8. 22

1 Fountain of mercy, God of love,
  How rich thy bounties are;
  The rolling seasons, as they move,
  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.

3 The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
  The plants in beauty grew;
  Thou gav’st the summer sun to shine,
  The mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
  Matured the swelling grain;
  A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
  And plenty fills the plain.

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