A Hymn, Occasioned by the Sixty-fifth Psalm

Let praise to that almighty sovereign rise, Who fix'd the mountains, and who spread the skies; Who o'er his works extends paternal care; Whose kind protection all the nations share: From the glad climes, whence morn in beauty drest, Forth goes, rejoicing, to the farthest west; On him alone their whole dependence lies, And his rich mercy every want supplies. O thou great author of th' extended whole! Revolving seasons praise thee as they roll: By thee spring, summer, autumn, winter, rise; Thou giv'st the frowning, thou the smiling skies: By thy command the softening shower distills, Till genial warmth the teeming furrow fills; Then fav'ring sun-shine o'er the clime extends, And blest by thee, the verdant blade ascends; Next spring's gay products cloath the flowery hills, And joy the wood, and joy the valley fills; Then soon thy bounty swells the golden ear, And bids the harvest crown the fruitful year: Thus all thy works conspicuous worship raise, And nature's face proclaims her maker's praise.