Full of Providential Love

Full of pro­vi­den­tial love

Thou dost Thy sons sus­tain;

Send Thy bless­ings from ab­ove

In earth-en­rich­ing rain;

From Thy riv­er in the skies

Streams through ai­ry chan­nels flow

Bid the spring­ing corn arise

And cheer the world be­low.

Kindly do the show­ers dis­till

Taught by the art of God

All the set­tled fur­rows fill

And soft­en ev­ery clod;

Thou the ac­cept­able year

Dost with smil­ing plen­ty crown;

Clouds the trea­sured fat­ness bear

And drop in bless­ings down.

Springs the wa­tered wil­der­ness

Into a fruit­ful field;

Earth her hund­red-fold in­crease

Doth at Thy bid­ding yield;

Hills and vales with prais­es ring

Joy as­cends to Heav­en ab­ove;

Laugh the har­vest­ers

and sing

The boun­te­ous God of love.