In fields wide where heaven’s care descends,
Your touch upon the land extends;
Streams of grace in full array,
Waters flow to bless the clay.

With showers soft, the earth is dressed,
In furrows deep, its wealth confessed;
Ridges smoothed by gentle rains,
Crops rejoice across the plains.

The bounty of Your hand so grand,
Makes rich the heart of every land;
Your carts brim with gifts so vast,
A year crowned with wealth amassed.

Where wilderness once starkly lay,
Now grasslands dance in bright array;
Hills wear joy, a verdant crown,
In colors loud, their praise renown.

Meadows quilted with fleecy flocks,
Valleys swathed in golden stocks;
All nature sings beneath Your skies,
A chorus raised in joyful cries.


April 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Psa 65:8  The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.
Psa 65:9  You care for the land and water it; you enrich it abundantly. The streams of God are filled with water to provide the people with grain, for so you have ordained it.
Psa 65:10  You drench its furrows and level its ridges; you soften it with showers and bless its crops.
Psa 65:11  You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance.
Psa 65:12  The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness.
Psa 65:13  The meadows are covered with flocks and the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing.