PRAISE TO GOD, IMMORTAL PRAISE
Verse 1
Praise to God, immortal praise,
for the love that crowns our days;
bounteous Source of every joy,
let thy praise our tongues employ:
Verse 2
for the blessings of the fields,
for the stores the garden yields,
flocks that whiten all the plain;
yellow sheaves of ripened grain,
Verse 3
All that spring with bounteous hand
scatters o’er the smiling land,
all that liberal autumn pours
from its rich o’erflowing stores.
Verse 4
These, to thee, O God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
and for these our souls shall raise
grateful vows and solemn praise.
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