Scripture Verse

He left not himself without witness, in that He did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness. Acts 14:17


Words: Ot­ti­well Heg­in­bo­thom (1744–1768).

Music: Hors­ley Will­iam Hors­ley, 1844 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Heg­in­bo­thom (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

William Horsley


God of our life! Thy various praise
Let mortal voices sound;
Thy hand revolves our fleeting days,
And brings the seasons round.

To Thee shall annual incense rise,
Our Father and our friend;
While annual mercies from the skies
In genial streams descend.

In every scene of life, Thy care,
In every age, we see;
And constant as Thy favors are,
So let our praises be.

Still may Thy love, in every scene,
To every age appear;
And let the same compassion deign
To bless the opening year.

O keep this foolish heart of mine
From anxious passions free,
Teach me each comfort to resign,
And trust my all to Thee.

If mercy smile, let mercy bring
My wandering soul to God;
And in affliction I shall sing,
If Thou wilt bless the rod.