Praise, O praise our God and King;
Hymns of adoration sing;
For His mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Praise Him that He made the sun
Day by day his course to run,
And the silver moon by night,
Shining with her gentle light.
Praise Him that He gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain,
And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield.
Praise Him for our harvest store,-
He hath filled the garner floor,-
And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss.
Glory to our bounteous King!
Glory let creation sing!
Glory to the Father, Son,
And Blest Spirit, Three in One!
Henry Williams Baker
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