Praise to God, Immortal Praise
Anna Barbauld (1772)
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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 prospering hand hath blest, may we give Thee of our best; and by deed of kindly love for Thy mercies grateful prove.
