With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high,
Over the heav’ns He spreads His clouds,
And waters veil the sky.
He sends His show’rs of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown;
And corn in valleys grow.

His steady counsels change the face
Of each declining year
He bids the sun cut short his race
And wintry days appear.
On us His providence has shone,
With gentle shining rays;
Oh, may our lips and lives make known
His goodness and His praise.