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,
2 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.
3 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 !