Hymns and Tunes 1886 82
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
Words: Thomas GibbonsTune: 19, 190, 304
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.
- Words
- Thomas Gibbons
- Tune
- 19, 190, 304
Public Domain
The verse
- Meter
- 9.6.8.6
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 67% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- ABCB
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