1 God of the year! with songs of praise,
And hearts of love, we come to bless
Thy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shed
Thy manna o'er our wilderness.

2 In early spring-time Thou didst fling
O'er earth its robe of blossoming;
And its sweet treasures, day by day,
Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray.

3 God of the seasons! Thou hast blest
The land with sunlight and with showers;
And plenty o'er its bosom smiles,
To crown the sweet autumnal hours.

4 Praise, praise to Thee! Our hearts expand,
To view these blessings of Thy hand,
And on the incense-breath of love
Ascend to their bright home above.