Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess

1Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy goodness we adore;
A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.

2Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest
In every cheerful ray;
Love draws the curtain of the night,
And love restores the day.

3Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters bend the vines,
With harvests smile the fields.

4But chiefly thy compassions, Lord,
Are in the gospel seen;
There like a sun they shine aloft,
Without a cloud between.