1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King, Who makes the earth his care, Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, Pour out, at thy command, Their watery blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The soften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring; The vallies rich provision yield, And the poor labourers sing.
4 The little hills on every side Rejoice at falling showers; The meadows, drest in all their pride, Perfume the air with flowers.
5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain, Promise a joyful crop; The parching grounds look green again, And raise the reaper's hope.
6 The various months thy goodness crowns; How bounteous are thy ways; The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise.