The blessings of the spring; or, God gives rain. <br />A Psalm for the husbandman. <br /> <br />Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King, <br />Who makes the earth his care; <br />Visits the pastures ev'ry spring, <br />And bids the grass appear. <br /> <br />The clouds, like rivers raised on high, <br />Pour out at thy command <br />Their wat'ry blessings from the sky, <br />To cheer the thirsty land. <br /> <br />The softened ridges of the field <br />Permit the corn to spring; <br />The valleys rich provision yield, <br />And the poor lab'rers sing. <br /> <br />The little hills, on every side, <br />Rejoice at falling showers; <br />The meadows, dressed in all their pride, <br />Perfume the air with flowers. <br /> <br />The barren clods, refreshed with rain, <br />Promise a joyful crop; <br />The parching grounds look green again, <br />And raise the reaper's hope. <br /> <br />The various months thy goodness crowns; <br />How bounteous are thy ways! <br />The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, <br />And shepherds shout thy praise.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-65-part-3/
