The rising morn the closing day

Verse 1

The rising morn, the closing day, Repeat thy praise with grateful voice; Both in their turns thy pow'r display, And, laden with thy gifts, rejoice.

Verse 2

Earth's wide-extended, varying scenes, All smiling round, thy bounty show. From seas or clouds, full magazines, Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.

Verse 3

Now earth receives the precious seed, Which thy indulgent hand prepares; And nourishes the future bread, And answers all the sower's cares.

Verse 4

Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend And through the ridges gently flow, Soft on the springing corn descend; And thy kind blessing makes it grow.

Verse 5

Thy goodness crowns the circling year; Thy paths drop fatness all around; Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare, And echoing hills return the sound.

Verse 6

Here, spreading flocks adorn the plain; There plenty ev'ry charm displays. Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene; And joyful nature shouts thy praise.