1 Praise, O praise our heavenly King, Grateful alleluias sing;
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 Praise Him, that His love appears,
Crowning our revolving years;
For His mercies, etc.
3 Praise Him, that the sun by day,
Pours on all his golden ray,
For His mercies, etc.
4 Praise Him, that the moon by night
Gives the world her silver light;
For His mercies, etc.
5 Praise Him, that the stars appear Glittering in the mighty sphere; For His mercies, etc.
6 Praise Him, that the rain cloud drops Fatness on the ripening crops; For His mercies, etc
7 Praise Him, that the country round Rich with waving ears is found; For His mercies, etc.
8 Praise Him, that the barns contain Precious stores of gathered grain; For His mercies, etc.
9 Praise Him, that with Living Bread Our immortal souls are fed;
For His mercies, etc.
10 Praise Him, that He grants in this Earnest of eternal bliss;
For His mercies, etc.
1 Praise, O praise our God and King;
Hymns of adoration sing;
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 Praise Him that He made the sun
Day by day His course to run;
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:
3 And the silver moon by night
Shining with her gentle light;
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
4 Praise Him that He gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain;
Ever Faithful, Ever Sure.
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:
5 And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield;
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
6 Praise Him for our harvest store
He hath fill'd the garner-floor;
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
7 And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss;
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
(SECOND TUNE.)
1 O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea,
To Thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to Thee,
Who givest all?
2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruit Thy love declare;
When harvests ripen, Thou art there,
Who givest all.
3 For peaceful homes and healthful days, For all the blessings earth displays, 488
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 vine's exalted juice;
For the generous olive's use.
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain:
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:
4 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land,
All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores:
5 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.
6 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop her green untimely fruit;
7 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;
8 Yet to Thee my soul should raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing 's flown,
Love Thee for Thyself alone.
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