Grace and favour, like a summer shower,
That falls on flowers and grass and trees,
Is sweeter far than any power,
That wealth, or fame, or honour sees.
Its gentle influence makes the heart
More cheerful, and the mind more bright;
It cheers the poor, it comforts all,
And makes the sorrowing one take flight.
It is a blessing from above,
That all may share, and none can miss;
It is a gift from God's own love,
That none can take away or bliss.
Then let us all rejoice and sing,
For we have grace and favour here;
And let us pray that we may cling
To God, and nevermore fear.
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