William Perry - Eternal source of every joy - текст песни (слова)

Eternal source of every joy!
 Well may thy praise our lips employ,
 While in thy temple we appear
 To hail thee sov'reign of the year.
 
 The flow'ry spring, at thy command,
 Embalms the sky and paints the land;
 The summer rays with vigour shine,
 To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
 
 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
 Through all our coasts redundant stores;
 And winters, softened by thy care,
 No more a face of horror wear.
 
 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
 Demand successive songs of praise;
 Still be the cheerful homage paid
 With op'ning light and evening shade.