
Author: Thomas Gibbons, 1720-1785 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 17 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How hast Thou, Lord, from year to year,
Our land with plenty crowned!
And generous fruit and golden grain
Have spread their riches round.
2 But we Thy mercies have abused
To more abounding crimes;
What heights, what daring heights in sin
Disgrace and mark our times!
3 Equal, though 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 hoped to reap,
Our fields of sorrow and despair
Should lie a hideous 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. Used With Tune: MAITLAND
How Hast Thou, Lord, From Year To Year