’Tis by Thy Strength the Mountains Stand

’Tis by Thy strength the mount­ains stand

God of eter­nal pow­er;

The sea grows calm at Thy com­mand

And tem­pests cease to roar.

Thy morn­ing light and ev­en­ing shade

Successive com­forts bring;

Thy plen­teous fruits make har­vest glad

Thy flow­ers ad­orn the spring.

Seasons and times

and moons and hours

Heav’n

earth

and air are Thine;

When clouds dis­till in fruit­ful show­ers

The Au­thor is di­vine.

Those wan­der­ing cis­terns in the sky

Borne by the winds around

With wa­tery trea­sures well sup­ply

The fur­rows of the ground.

The thirs­ty ridg­es drink their fill

And ranks of corn ap­pear;

Thy ways abound with bless­ing still

Thy good­ness crowns the year.