Pause I.
9 God from his cloudy cistern, pours
On the parch’d earth enriching showers;
The grove, the garden, and the field
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
10 He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies;
With herbs for man of various power,
To nourish nature, or to cure.
11 What noble fruit the vines produce!
The olive yields a shining juice;
Our hearts are cheer’d with gen’rous wine,
With inward joy our faces shine.
12 O bless his Name ye Britons, fed
With nature’s chief supporter, bread;
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigour in your hearts.