For Plenty

HOw oft, and in how many crimes,
Thee Iealous haue we made?
And, blessed GOD, how many times
Haue we forgiuenesse had?
If we with teares to bed at night
For our transgressions goe,
To vs thou dost, by morning-light,
Some comfort daigne to show.

This pleasant Land, which for our sinne
Was lately barren made,
Her fruitfulnesse doth new begin,
And we are therefore glad:
We for those Creatures thankfull be,
Which thou bestowest, LORD,
And for that Plenty honour Thee,
Which thou dost now afford.

Oh, let vs therewith in excesse
Not wallow like to Swine;
Nor into gracelesse wantonnesse
Conuert this grace of thine;
But so reuiue our feebled powres,
And so refresh the poore,
That thou mayst crowne this Land of ours,
With plenties euermore.