Hymn XX. For Summer-time.
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In this Hymn, God is praised for the Blessings
which he vouchsafeth by the Summer-season,
and wherein the Yeer is in the height of his Glorie) that by good Meditations, the Pleasures and
Profits thereof, may be sanctified and made comfortable unto us.
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Now, the glories of the Year,
May be viewed at the best;
And, the Earth doth now appear,
In her fairest Garments drest.
Sweetly smelling Plants and Flowrs,
Do perfume the Garden-Bowrs;
Hill, and Valley, Wood and Field,
Mixt with Pleasures, Profits yield.
2
Much is found, where Nothing was.
Herds, on ev'ry mountain go.
In the Meddows, Flowrie Grasse,
Makes both Milk and Honey flow.
Now, each Orchard Banquets giveth;
Ev'ry Hedge with fruit, relieveth;
And, on ev'ry Shrub and Tree,
Vsefull Fruits, or Berries be.
3
Walks and Wayes which Winter mar'd,
By the Winds, are swept, and dride;
Moorish Grounds are now so hard,
That, on them we safe may ride.
Warmth enough the Sun doth lend us;
From his heat the Shades defend us;
And, thereby, we share in these:
Safetie, Profit, Pleasure, Ease.
4
Other Blessings, many more,
At this Time, enjoy'd may be;
And, in this my Song, therefore,
Praise I give, oh Lord, to Thee.
Grant that this my free Oblation,
May have gracious Acceptation;
And, that I may well employ
Ev'ry thing which I enjoy.
