I often enjoy praying through hymns. Recently, I have encountered several that address God's glory seen in creation. One in particular addressed a topic at the heart of many conversations I have had the past couple weeks about how it is beginning to feel more like Fall, a time of year I enjoy. I have also been reminded just how much I am thankful for the provision of diverse seasons at the hand of God. This hymn, written by Isaac Watts, the 18th c. British pastor and prolific hymn writer, is titled, "With Songs and Honors Sounding Loud," and beautifully captures this.
With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud, And waters veil the sky.
He sends His showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow.
His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear.
His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound.
He sends His Word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return.
The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey His mighty Word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
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