How cheerful along the gay mead
The daisies and cowslips appear;
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the spring of the year.

The foliage that shades the gay bowers,
The herbage that springs from the clod,
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and fair flow’rs,
All rise to the praise of our God.

Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove?
Forbid it fair gratitude’s call,
Forbid it devotion and love.

The God who such wonders can raise,
Forever his name be ador’d;
Our lips shall incessantly praise,
Our heart shall rejoice in the Lord.