The Cyber Hymnal ‎#5622

5622. 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. Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse.

3. All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o’er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o’erflowing stores.

4. These to Thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

5. Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig tree’s blasted shoot
Drop her green untimely fruit,

6. Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;
Though the sickening flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall,

7. Yet to Thee my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing’s flown
Love Thee for Thyself alone.

Text Information

• First Line: Praise to God, immortal praise
• Title: Praise to God, Immortal Praise
• Author: Anna L. Barbauld (1772)
• Meter: 77.77
• Language: English
• Source: Hymns for Public Worship, by William Enfield (Warrington, England: 1772)
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: Alternate tunes: PRAYER (ABBOT), Asahel Abbot; SABBATSDAG, Joel Blomqvist, 1877

Tune Information

• Name: NUREMBERG
• Composer: Johann Rudolph Ahle (1664, alt.)
• Meter: 77.77
• Incipit: 31253 12111 12321
• Key: A Major
• Copyright: Public Domain