O Summer, Lovely Summer
Grace J. Frances
Hubert P. Main

O summer, lovely summer, Whose beauty crowns the year,
Today with happy greeting, We bid thee welcome here;
Along the fragrant meadow, And o'er the mossy lea,
The merry brook runs gaily on Thy smile again to see,
The merry brook runs gaily on Thy smile again to see.

The spring, thy gentle sister, With laughing eye so bright,
Has borne away her treasures, She left us yesternight;
Her buds were sweet and blooming, But thou, more sweet than she,
Art telling of the mellow fruit And harvest songs of glee,
Art telling of the mellow fruit And harvest songs of glee.

And now, O lovely summer, We bring thy first young flow'rs,
A pure and simple tribute, To hail these Sabbath hours;
With them, our thanks we offer, We lift our hearts in praise
To Him who give us from His hand Thy long and happy days,
To Him who give us from His hand Thy long and happy days.

(© 1884)