Praise to God, immortal praise
Part 1 of Barbauld poem

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1
Praise to God, immortal praise, 
for the love that crowns our days. 
Bounteous Source of every joy, 
let thy praise our tongues employ. 

2
For the blessings of the field, 
for the stores the gardens yield, 
for the joy which harvests bring, 
grateful praises now we sing. 

3
Clouds that drop refreshing dews, 
suns that genial heat diffuse, 
flocks that whiten all the plain, 
yellow sheaves of ripened grain, 

4
all that spring, with bounteous hand, 
scatters over the smiling land; 
all that liberal autumn pours 
from her overflowing stores; 

5
these, great God, to thee we owe, 
source whence all our blessings flow;
and for these our souls shall raise 
grateful vows and solemn praise.

go to Part 2 of this same poem in hymn form - different tune

#91 in Hymnal: A Worship Book

Words:  Anna L. Barbauld, Hymns for Public Worship (see Hymn II), 1772
   Tune:  Asahel Abbot, The Devotional Hymnodist, 1850

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