Praise to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;

Bounteous source of every joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ:

All to thee, our God, we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow.

All the plenty summer pours;

Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;

Flocks that whiten all the plain;

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain:

Lord, for these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise.

Peace, prosperity, and health,

Private bliss, and public wealth,

Knowledge with its gladdening streams,

Pure religion's holier beams:

Lord, for these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise.

As thy prospering hand hath blest,

May we give thee of our best;

And by deeds of kindly love

For thy mercies grateful prove;

Singing thus through all our days,

Praise to God, immortal praise.

Amen.