From the fruitfullest hill to the barrenest rock
The Lord hath made all for the sake of his flock,
And the flock in return the Lord always confess,
Their joy in abundance, their hope in distress;
He beholds in our welfare his glory display'd,
And we deem ourselves happy when he is obey'd;
With a cheerful regard we attend to his ways,
Our attention is prayer, and our cheerfulness praise.