1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of ev'ry 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 As Thy prosp'ring hand hath blest, May we give Thee of our best; And by deeds of kindly love For Thy mercies grateful prove.

Amen.