Thou Visited The Earth With Showers

Thou Visited 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 Overflow 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 Over The Fields;
All Nature, Singing Joyfully,
Her Tribute Of Thanksgiving Yields.