Praise To God, Immortal Praise

Praise to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days!

Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,

Let Thy praise our tongues employ!

For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield;

Flocks that whiten all the plain;

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain:

All that spring, with bounteous hand,

Scatters o’er the smiling land;

All that autumn freely pours

From her overflowing stores:

These to Thee, my God, we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow.

And for these my souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Amen.