May God give you of the dew of Heaven, and of the fatness of the earth, and an abundance of grain and new wine. Genesis 27:28
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 726.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Oh Lord, we tremble at Thy frown,
And dread Thy scourging hand;
The varied sins and crimes we own,
Of this our guilty land.
But spare, oh Lord, in mercy spare
The herbage of the field;
And under Thy paternal care,
May it abundance yield.
Restrain the solar fervid ray,
And grant refreshing rains;
Restore the verdure from decay,
And drench the parchèd plains.
But speak the word, and soon shall rise
The faint and withered grain;
And hopeful prospects of supplies,
Our hearts shall raise again.
Then we our gratitude will show,
To our preserver, God;
Our songs of melody shall flow,
And spread His praise abroad.