420. Praise to God, immortal praise
Six 7's
Dix:
Conrad Kocher, 1838;
William Henry Monk, 1861
Anna Laetitia Barbauld, 1772
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 the plenty summer pours; Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores; Flocks that whiten all the plain; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain: Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. | Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss, and public wealth, Knowledge with its gladdening streams, Pure religion's holier beams: Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. | As thy prospering hand hath blest, May we give thee of our best; And by deeds of kindly love For thy mercies grateful prove; Singing thus through all our days, Praise to God, immortal praise. | |