Second Sunday after Easter

My God! how great the goodness
By which Thy people live.
How large Thy heart to love them.
How free Thy hand to give!
What can I ever render
For all Thy love to me?
Myself I will surrender.
And Thine for ever be!

The clouds above drop fatness.
The valleys laugh and sing,
The little hills rejoicing
Leap at the voice of Spring;
The air is full of sweetness,
The heart of joy divine,
O, would that greater meetness
Were in this heart of mine!

Why is it dull and barren.
Why is it hard and cold,
Why do not all its blossoms
Beneath thy love unfold?
O, leave me not forsaken,
My Saviour leave not me.
Breathe on my soul, and waken
Its life of love to Thee!

Come down into Thy garden
To beds of spices rare,
Come see the valley's fruitage,
And gather lilies there;
Come and abide for ever,
Its beauty to restore.
Make it Thine own, and never,
O never leave it more!