Thou Visiteth the Earth with Showers

Thou vis­it­eth the earth with show­ers

Thy bound­less store sup­plies its need;

For fields en­riched and well pre­pared

Thou dost pro­vide the sow­er’s seed.

The fur­rows where the seed is sown

Are soft­ened by Thy gen­tle rain;

Thy gra­cious care and pro­vi­dence

Supply and bless the spring­ing grain.

The year with good­ness Thou dost crown

Thy ways o’er­flow with bless­ed­ness;

The hills and val­leys

clothed with green

Are joy­ful in their fruit­ful­ness.

The pas­tures teem with flocks and herds

The gold­en grain waves o’er the fields;

All na­ture

sing­ing joy­ful­ly

Her trib­ute of thanks­giv­ing yields.