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August 15, 2005

143R Praise to God, Immortal Praise


1. Praise to God, im-mor-tal praise,
for the love that crowns our days!
Boun-teous Source of eve-ry joy,
Let high praise our tongues em-ploy;
For the bless-ings of the field,
for the stores the gar-dens yield:
Flocks that whit-en all the plain,
yel-low sheaves of ri-pened grain.

2. All that spring with boun-teous hand
scat-ters o’er the smil-ing land;
All that li-beral au-tumn pours
from a rich o’er-flow-ing stores;
These to you, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our bless-ings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
grate-ful vows and so-lemn praise.

3. And should ris-ing whirl-winds tear
from its stem the ripe-ning ear;
Should the vine put forth no more,
nor the o-lives yield their store;
Yet to you our souls shall raise
grate-ful vows and so-lemn praise;
And, when eve-ry bless-ing’s flown
love you for your-self a-lone.

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Posted by rehurst at August 15, 2005 03:48 AM

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