|Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess|
Thy goodness we adore,
A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.
Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest,
In every golden ray:
Love draws the curtain of the night,
And love brings back the day.
Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters loads the vines
With strengthening grain, the fields.
But chiefly Thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;
There, like a sun, Thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.