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Eternal source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear To hail Thee sovereign of the year. Wide as the wheels of nature roll Thy hand supports and guides the whole! The sun is taught by Thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. The flowery spring at Thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine To raise the corn and cheer the vine. Thy hand, in Autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters softened by thy care, No more the face of horror wear. Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade. Here in thy house let incense rise, And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more.

Eternal source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear To hail Thee sovereign of the year. Wide as the wheels of nature roll Thy hand supports and guides the whole! The sun is taught by Thee to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. The flowery spring at Thy command, Perfumes the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine To raise the corn and cheer the vine. Thy hand, in Autumn, richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters softened by thy care, No more the face of horror wear. Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; And be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade. Here in thy house let incense rise, And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more.

Approximate author period: c. 1726 AD · early modern