For seasonable weather

LORD, should the Sunne, the Clowds, the Wind,
The Ayre, and Seasons be
To vs so froward, and vnkinde,
As we are false to Thee;
All fruites would quite a way be burn'd,
Or lye in water drown'd,
Or blasted be, or ouerturn'd,
Or chilled on the ground.

But, from our duty though we swarue,
Thou still dost mercy show,
And daigne thy Creatures to preserue,
That men might thankfull grow;
Yea, though from day to day we sinne,
And thy displeasure gaine,
No sooner we to cry beginne,
But pitty we obtaine.

The weather now thou changed hast,
That put vs late to feare,
And when our hopes were almost past,
Then comfort did appeare.
The Heau'n the Earths Complaints hath heard;
They reconciled be,
And thou such weather hast prepar'd,
As we desir'd of thee:

For which with lifted hands and eyes,
To thee we doe repay
The due, and willing sacrifize
Of giuing thanks to day;
Because, such Offrings we should not
To render thee be slowe;
Nor let that mercie be forgot,
Which thou art pleas'd to showe.