Praise to God immortal praise

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 fields
For the stores the garden yields
Flocks that whiten all the plain
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain
3 all that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters O er the smiling land
All that liberal autumn pours
From its rich O erflowing stores
4 These to Thee O God we owe
Source whence all our blessings flow
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise