Former president of the U.S. John Quincy Adams (1767-1848) was a noted poet as well as leader; here he praises God for his bountiful Creation.
O God, With Goodness All Thy Own
FOR thee in Zion waiteth praise,
O God, O thou that hearest prayer;
To thee the suppliant voice we raise;
To thee shall all mankind repair.
On thee the ends of earth rely;
In thee the distant seas confide;
By thee the mountains brave the sky,
And girded by thy strength abide.
Thou speakest to the tempest peace;
The roaring wave obeys thy nod;
The tumults of the people cease;
Earth trembles at the voice of God;
The morning's dawn, the evening's shade,
Alike thy power with gladness see;
The fields from thee the rains receive,
And swell with fruitfulness by thee.
Thy river, gracious God, o'erflows;
Its streams for human wants provide;
At thy command the harvest grows,
By thy refreshing showers supplied;
Thy bounty clothes the plains with grass;
Thy path drops fairness as it goes;
And wheresoe'er thy footsteps pass,
The desert blossoms like a rose.
Thy goodness crowns the circling year;
The wilderness repeats thy voice;
The mountains clad with flocks appear;
The hills on every side rejoice;
And harvest from the valleys spring;
The reaper's sickle they employ;
And, hark! How hill and valley ring
With universal shouts of joy!