Thy goodness we adore,

A spring whose blessings never fail,

A sea without a shore.

Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest,

In every golden ray

Love draws the curtain of the night,

And love brings back the day.

Thy bounty every season crowns

With all the bliss it yields

With joyful clusters loads the vines

With strength'ning grain, the fields.

BUT CHIEFLY THY COMPASSION, LORD,

Is IN THE GOSPEL SEEN;

THERE, LIKE A SUN, THY MERCY SHINES,

WITHOUT A CLOUD BETWEEN.