William Croft - How hast thou, Lord, from year to year - ноты, текст песни (слова)

How hast thou, Lord, from year to year,
 Our land with plenty crowned!
 And generous fruit and golden grain
 Have spread their riches round.
 
 But we thy mercies have abused,
 To more abounding crimes;
 What heights, what daring heights in sin,
 Mark and disgrace our times!
 
 Equal, though awful is the doom
 That fierce descending rain
 Should into inundations swell,
 And crush the rising grain.
 
 How just that, in the autumn's reign,
 When we had hoped to reap,
 Our fields of sorrow and despair
 Should lie a hideous heap!
 
 But, Lord, have mercy on our land,
 Those floods of vengeance stay;
 Dispel these glooms, and let the sun
 Shine in unclouded day.
 
 To thee alone we look for help;
 None else of dew and rain
 Can give the world the smallest drop,
 Or smallest drop restrain.