Praise To God Immortal Praise Song Lyrics

Anna L. Barbauld, Conrad Kocher

Praise To God, Immortal Praise

Praise to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;

Bounteous Source of every joy,

Let Thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield;

For the joy which harvests bring,

Grateful praises now we sing.

As Thy prosp'ring hand hath blest,

May we give Thee of our best;

And by deeds of kindly love

For Thy mercies grateful prove.

Alternate verses:Flocks that whiten all the plain

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain

Clouds that drop their fattening dews

Suns that temperate warmth diffuse

All that Spring with bounteous hand

Scatters o’er the smiling land

All that liberal Autumn pours

From her rich o'erflowing stores

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

Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear

From its stem the ripening ear

Should the fig tree's blasted shoot

Drop her green untimely fruit

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

Yet to Thee my soul shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise

And, when every blessing's flown

Love Thee for Thyself alone

A-Men