On God the race of man depends Far as the earth's remotest ends

Verse 1

On thee the Race of Man depends, Far as the Earth's remotest Ends; Where the Creator's Name is known By Nature's feeble Light alone.

Verse 2

At thy Command the Morning Ray Smiles in the East and leads the Day; Thou guid'st the sun's declining Wheels Over the tops of Western Hills.

Verse 3

Seasons and Times obey thy Voice; The Evening and the Morn rejoice To see the Earth made soft with Showers, Laden with Fruit and drest in Flowers.

Verse 4

'Tis from the watry Stores on high Thou giv'st the thirsty Ground supply; Thou walk'dst upon the Clouds, and thence Dost thy enriching Drops dispence.

Verse 5

The Desart grows a fertile Field; Abundant Fruit the Valleys yield The Vallies shout with chearful Voice, And neighbouring Hills repeat their Joys.

Verse 6

The Pasture smile in green array, Where Lambs and larger Cattle play: The larger Cattle and the Lamb, Each in his Language speaks thy Name.

Verse 7

Thy Works pronounce thy Power divine; O'er every Field thy Glories shine: Thro' every Month thy Gifts appear, Great God, thy Goodness crowns the Year.