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| O THOU, that art the Trust, the Strength, | |
| The Shield of all that live, | |
| Who givest food to man and beast, | |
| Our year’s perfection give— | |
| The crowning cloud of summer rain | 5 |
| Or, from night’s cloudless blue, | |
| The gentle drops whereof Thou saidst, | |
| “And the heavens shall yield their dew!” | |
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| On waving grain, on mead and wood, | |
| Let drops of blessing fall, | 10 |
| That all Thy children may have bread, | |
| And healing be for all; | |
| But them that study in Thy Law, | |
| And to Thy Charge are true, | |
| Exalt in splendor like the stars, | 15 |
| Whilst the heavens shall yield their dew! | |
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| Make green the pastures of the wild, | |
| Girdle the hills with mirth; | |
| With bright-hued zone of budding flowers | |
| Cincture the gladsome earth. | 20 |
| All they together shall rejoice, | |
| And sing His praise anew, | |
| Whose loving bounty shall not fail; | |
| Whose heavens shall yield their dew! | |
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| To clothe with leaf and deck with bud | 25 |
| The naked, tender vine, | |
| That weary souls may be refreshed | |
| With heartening draughts of wine; | |
| And hungry souls be filled with good, | |
| And toil its strength renew | 30 |
| Through luscious feast of ripened fruit— | |
| Bid Thy heavens to yield their dew! | |
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| The trees of God are full of sap, | |
| In valley and on hill; | |
| The threshing floors piled high with corn; | 35 |
| Wine, oil, the vats o’erfill; | |
| Where ruin was, a ransomed folk | |
| Upbuilds its homes anew, | |
| And all the land resounds with song— | |
| “And the heavens shall yield their dew!” | 40 |
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