Thy Goodness Lord Our Souls Confess

Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess;
Thy goodness we adore:
A spring, whose blessings never fail;
A sea without a shore!

Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest
In every golden ray:
Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love brings back the day.

Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters loads the vines,
With strengthening grain, the fields.

But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;
There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.

There pardon, peace, and holy joy
Through Jesus’ name are given;
He on the cross was lifted high,
That we might reign in heaven.