1 As the dew, from heaven distilling,
Gently on the grass descends,
And revives it, thus fulfilling
What thy providence intends.
Let thy doctrine, Lord, so gracious,
Thus descending from above,
Blest by thee, prove efficacious,
To fulfil thy work of love.
2 Lord, behold this congregation;
Precious promises fulfil,
From thy holy habitation
Let the dews of life distil.
Let our cry come up before thee,
Sweetest influence shed around;
So the people shall adore thee,
And confess the joyful sound.