1. Eternal Source of Every Joy
Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear
To hail Thee Sov'reign of the year.
2. 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.
3. The flow'ry spring at thy command
Perfumes the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4. 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.
5. Seasons and months, and weeks and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning shade.
6. Here in thy house let incense rise,
And sweet devotion bless our eyes
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.