Praise Waiteth for Thee

Verse 1

Thou visitest the earth with showers, Thy boundless store supplies its need; For fields enriched and well prepared Thou dost provide the sower's seed.

Verse 2

The furrows where the seed is sown Are softened by Thy gentle rain; Thy gracious care and providence Supply and bless the springing grain.

Verse 3

The year with goodness Thou dost crown, Thy ways o'erflow with blessedness; The hills and valleys, clothed with green, Are joyful in their fruitfulness.

Verse 4

The pastures teem with flocks and herds, The golden grain waves o'er the fields; All nature, singing joyfully, Her tribute of thanksgiving yields.