God of the Seasons, Come Again

God of the sea­sons

come again

To bless the circ­ling year!

Give us clear shin­ing af­ter rain

And bid the spring ap­pear!

Breathe on this fall­en world of ours

And wake it in­to life;

And send us ge­ni­al suns and show­ers

For win­ter’s stor­my strife.

’Tis Thine to rear the ten­der crop

The wan­der­ing flocks to feed;

And plen­te­ous in Thy foot­steps drop

Supplies for ev­ery need.

The year is with Thy good­ness crowned

The val­leys laugh and sing

The lit­tle hills re­joice around

And earth ad­ores her king.

God of the year

while thus the rest

Thy ge­ni­al in­flu­ence share

Shine into ev­ery win­try breast

And make a spring-tide there.

Breathe on this fall­en world of ours

And wake it in­to life;

And send us ge­ni­al suns and show­ers

For win­ter’s stor­my strife.

’Tis Thine to rear the ten­der crop

The wan­der­ing flocks to feed;

And plen­te­ous in Thy foot­steps drop

Supplies for ev­ery need.

The year is with Thy good­ness crowned

The val­leys laugh and sing

The lit­tle hills re­joice around

And earth ad­ores her king.

God of the year

while thus the rest

Thy ge­ni­al in­flu­ence share

Shine into ev­ery win­try breast

And make a spring-tide there.