He sendeth the sunshine and rain,
He scattereth dew on the flowers;
He maketh the desert to bloom —
His blessings descend as the showers.
Boun — - — tiful, mer love I ciful, won dcrful
He causeth the rivers to flow,
The fields now with verdure are clad;
He tempers the wind to His lambs,
The earth with His fulness is glad.
For bounty so royal and free,
For mercies unending and new,
Oh, help us to praise Thee, dear Lord,
And serve Thee in all that we do.