Thou visitest the earth with show'rs,
Thy boundless store supplies its need;
For fields enriched and well prepared
Thou dost provide the sower's seed.
The furrows where the seed is sown
Are softened by Thy gentle rain;
Thy gracious care and providence
Supply and bless the springing grain.
The year with goodness Thou dost crown,
Thy ways o'er flow with blessedness;
The hills and valleys, clothed with green,
Are joyful in their fruitfulness.
The pastures teems with flocks and herds,
The golden grain waves o'er the fields;
All nature, singing joyfully,
Her tribute of thanksgiving yields.
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