Hymn LXIX. Long Metre. Praise for Rain and fruitful Seasons

Father of light! we sing thy name, Who made the Sun to rule the day; Wide as he spreads his golden flame, His beams thy power and love display.

Fountain of good! from thee, proceed The copious showers of genial rain; Which, o'er the hill and thro' the mead, Revive the grass and swell the grain.

Through the wide world thy bounties spread; Yet thousands of our guilty race, Tho' by thy daily goodness fed, Transgress thy law, abuse thy grace.

Not so, shall our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care; But, what thy liberal hand imparts, Receive with praise and ask in prayer.

So shall the sun more grateful shine, And showers in welcome drops shall fall; When all our hearts and lives are thine, And thou, our God, enjoy'd in all.

Jesus! our brighter Sun, arise, In plenteous showers, thy spirit send, Earth then shall grow to Paradise; And in celestial Eden end.