With Songs And Honours Sounding Loud,
Address The Lord On High;
Over The Heavens He Spreads His Cloud,
And Waters Veil The Sky.
He Sends His Showers 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 The Declining Year;
He Bids The Sun Cut Short His Race,
And Wintry Days Appear.
His Hoary Frost, His Fleecy Snow,
Descend And Clothe The Ground;
The Liquid Streams Forbear To Flow,
In Icy Fetters Bound.

He Sends His Word And Melts The Snow,
The Fields No Longer Mourn ;
He Calls The Warmer Gales To Blow,
And Bids The Spring Return.
The Changing Wind, The Flying Cloud,
Obey His Mighty Word:
With Songs And Honours Sounding Loud,
Praise Ye The Sovereign Lord !