Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess

Verse 1

Thy goodness, Lord our souls confess, Thy goodness we adore; A spring whose blessings never fail, A sea without a shore.

Verse 2

Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest In every cheerful ray; Love draws the curtain of the night, And love restores the day.

Verse 3

Thy bounty every season crowns With all the bliss it yields; With joyful clusters bend the vines, With harvests wave the fields.

Verse 4

But chiefly thy compassions, Lord, Are in the gospel seen; There like the sun, thy mercies shine Without a cloud between.