To Praise The Ever Bounteous Lord

To praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers:
He calls–and at his voice came forth
The smiling harvest hours.

His covenant with the earth he keeps:
My tongue, his goodness sing:
Summer and winter know their time,
The harvest crowns the spring.

Well please the husbandmen behold
The waving, yellow crop;
With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.

Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams
The ripening harvest bless.