Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King,|
Who makes the earth his care;
Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,
And bids the grass appear.
2. The clouds, like rivers raised on high,
3. The softened ridges of the field
4. The little hills, on every side,|
Rejoice at falling showers;
The meadows, dressed in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flowers.
5. The barren clods, refreshed with rain,
6. The various months thy goodness crowns;
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