1. Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues emply.
2. For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, For the vine’s enlivening juice, For the generous olive’s use.
3. Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fatn’ing 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 its rich, o’erflowing stores.
5. Thanks to Thee, our God, we owe, Source from whence all blessings flow! And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.