Scripture Verse

He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. Psalm 104:10–11


Johann M. Haydn

Words: From The Psal­ter (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­i­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1912), num­ber 286.

Music: Lyons at­trib­ut­ed to Jo­hann M. Hay­dn (1737–1806). Ar­ranged by Will­iam Gar­di­ner, Sac­red Me­lo­dies (Lon­don: 1815) (🔊 pdf nwc).


He waters the hills
With rain from the skies,
And plentiful grass
And herbs He supplies,
Supplying the cattle,
And blessing man’s toil
With bread in abundance,
With wine and with oil.

The trees which the Lord
Has planted are fed,
And over the earth
Their branches are spread;
They keep in their shelter
The birds of the air,
The life of each creature
The Lord makes His care.

The seasons are fixed
By wisdom divine,
The slow changing moon
Shows forth God’s design;
The sun in his circuit
His Maker obeys,
And running his journey
Hastes not nor delays.

The Lord makes the night,
When leaving their lair,
The lions creep forth,
God’s bounty to share;
The Lord makes the morning,
When beasts steal away
And men are beginning
The work of the day.

How many and wise
Thy works are, O Lord!
The earth with the wealth
Of wisdom is stored;
The sea bears in safety
The ships to and fro,
And creatures unnumbered
It shelters below.

The creatures all look
To Thee for their food;
Thy hands open wide,
They gather the good;
Thy face Thou concealest,
In anguish they yearn;
Their breath Thou withholdest,
To dust they return.