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 gardens yield, 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 her rich o'erflowing stores.

Verse 4

These to thee, my God, we owe, source whence all our blessings flow; and for these our souls shall raise grateful vows and solemn praise.