With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; O'er all the heav'ns He spreads His cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends His show'rs of blessings 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 wint'ry days appear.