O Lord, in mercy spare
The herbage of the field;
And, under Thy paternal care,
May it abundance yield.
Restrain the burning ray,
And grant refreshing rains;
Restore the verdure from decay,
And drench the parchèd plains.
Then we our praise will showIsaac Watts
To our Preserver, God;
Our songs of melody shall flow,
And spread His name abroad.
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #712.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021