1 Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ;
2 For the blessings of the field;
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine's exalted juice;
For the gen'rous olive's use.
3 Flocks, that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Clouds, that drop their fatt'ning dews;
Suns, that temp'rate warmth diffuse;
4 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o’er the smiling land;
All that lib'ral autumn pours,
From her rich, o'erflowing stores.
5 These to thee, great God, we owe;
Source, whence all our blessings flow:
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
|First Line:||Praise to God, immortal praise|
|Topic:||Creation, Preservation, and temporal Blessings: Thanks to God for his bounteous Provision|