Her rigs thou wat'rest plenteously, her furrows settelest: With show'rs thou dost her mollify, her spring by thee is blest.
Who covereth the heav'n with clouds, who for the earth below Prepareth rain, who maketh grass upon the mountains grow.
Thy congregation then did make their habitation there: Of thine own goodness for the poor, O God, thou didst prepare.
He from his chambers watereth the hills, when they are dry'd: With fruit and increase of thy works the earth is satisfy'd.