The Plymouth Sabbath School Collection of Hymns and Tunes ‎#88

88. Praise to God, immortal praise

1 Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ.
All to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source, whence all our blessings flow.
All to Thee, our God we owe,
Source, whence all our blessings flow.

2 All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain,
Lord, for these our souls shall raise,
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

3 Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty, summer pours,
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise,
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

4 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Though the sickening flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall;
Still to Thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Praise to God, immortal praise
• Publication Date: 1865
• Notes: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: MARSDEN
• Composer: Handel
• Meter: 7s, Double
• Key: F Major or modal