Tune: Golden Sheaves
(\'To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise\')
Psalm 65 v.9-13
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Last verse: Adapted with permission of Michael Edwards
from poem \'Construct\'.
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The LORD visits the earth, ensures
It receives plenty waters
And greatly He does enrich it
And satisfies it each whit
From the river of God it flows
It be full, no shortage knows
And He makes produce for to grow
Blessings on His land below
He provides grain to us sustain
His harvest graces seen plain
And waters hill and vale and field
They each prosperity yield
If heavy rain or showers light
Or sunshine bright to the sight
He crowns the year with His goodness
With His favour does us bless
The waters fall on the pastures
And too on the wilderness
The little hills rejoice, they know
Refreshment from the LORD so
The pastures, they with flocks are clothed
And valleys also bestowed
With grain, they shout for joy and sing
Abundance here, everything
The verdant rolling lands abut
Boundaries of man\'s construct
The mills and manufactories
Furnaces and potteries
As the steel stone, and brick degrade
Sediment and soot invade
The verdant rolling lands abut
Boundaries of man\'s construct