Earth thou dost visit, watering it

Verse 1

Earth thou dost visit, watering it; thou mak’st it rich to grow with God’s full flood; thou corn provid’st, when thou prepar'st it so.

Verse 2

Its ridges thou dost water well, its furrows down dost press; thou mak'st it soft with plenteous rain, its spring thou dost bless.

Verse 3

So thou the year most liberally dost with thy goodness crown; and all thy paths abundantly on us drop fatness down.

Verse 4

They drop upon the pastures wide, that in the desert lie; the little hills on every side rejoice right pleasantly.

Verse 5

With flocks the pastures clothed be, the vales with corn are clad; and now they shout and sing to thee, for thou hast made them glad.