DII. On a Year of threatening Rain

1 How hast thou Lord, from year to year,
Our land with plenty crown'd?
And generous fruit and golden grain
Have spread their riches round.

2 But we Thy mercies have abus'd
To more abounding crimes:
What heights, what daring heights in sin
Mark and disgrace our times!

3 Equal tho' awful is the doom,
That fierce descending rain
Should into inundations swell,
And crush the rising grain!

4 How just that in the autumn’s reign,
When we had hop'd to reap,
Our fields of sorrow and despair
Should lie a hedious heap.

5 But, Lord, have mercy on our land,
Those floods of vengeance stay;
Dispel these glooms, and let the sun
Shine in unclouded day!

6 To thee alone we look for help;
None else of dew or rain
Can give the world the smallest drop,
Or smallest drop restrain.

Text Information
First Line: How hast thou Lord, from year to year
Title: On a Year of threatening Rain
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Times and Seasons: The Seasons of the Year; Threatening Rain
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