- Thou God of love, Spring of Mercy,
How great is thy goodness!
Various Seasons as they come
Do proclaim thy concern.
- Soon as the farmer plants his seed
He puts it in the soil,
You do know when it germinates,
And You send down the rain.
- Yours is the power the rain has,
That makes the plants to grow;
You send light that comes from the sun,
And the dew drops also.
- Planting and harvesting seasons,
Are your free gift to us;
May we never forget to know
The source of all blessings.
- Thou spring of love, Thou art our praise;
To Thee we raise our voice,
All creatures, in earnest, do join
In the sweet praise worship. Amen.