Parent of Good, thy bounteous Hand
Incessant Blessings down distills,
And all in Air, or Sea, or Land
With plenteous Food and Gladness fills.
All things in Thee live, move, and are,
Thy Pow'r infus'd doth all sustain;
Ev'n those thy daily Favours share
Who thankless spurn thy easy Reign.
Thy Sun Thou bid'st his genial Ray
A like on All impartial pour;
To all who hate or bless thy Sway
Thou bid'st descend the fruitful Show'r.