12. 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;

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 fat’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 Thanks to thee our God we owe;
Source from whence all blessings flow!
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Text Information
First Line: Praise to God, immortal praise
Meter: P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1835
Notes: Public Domain.
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