Christian Worship Thou Crownest The Year With Goodness.

Praise on thee, in Zion’s gates,
Daily, O Jehovah! waits;
Unto thee, O God! belong
Grateful words and holy song.

Thou the hope and refuge art
Of remotest lands apart,
Distant isles and tribes unknown,
‘Mid the ocean-waste, and lone.

Thou dost visit earth, and rain
Blessings on the thirsty plain,
From the copious founts on high,
From the rivers of the sky.

Thus the clouds thy power confess,
And thy paths drop fruitfulness:
And the voice of song and mirth
Rises from the tribes of earth.