Anna Laetitia Barbauld - Praise To God

Anna Laetitia Barbauld - Praise To God

Praise to God, immortal praise, br For the love that crowns our days; br Bounteous source of every joy, br Let thy praise our tongues employ; br For the blessings of the field, br For the stores the gardens yield, br For the vine's exalted juice, br For the generous olive's use; br Flocks that whiten all the plain, br Yellow sheaves of ripened grain; br Clouds that drop their fattening dews, br Suns that temperate warmth diffuse: br All that Spring with bounteous hand br Scatters o'er the smiling land: br All that liberal Autumn pours br From her rich o'erflowing stores: br These to thee, my God, we owe; br Source whence all our blessings flow; br And for these my soul shall raise br Grateful vows and solemn praise. br Yet should rising whirlwinds tear br From its stem the ripening ear; br Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot br Drop her green untimely fruit; br Should the vine put forth no more, br Nor the olive yield her store; br Though the sickening flocks should fall, br And the herds desert the stall; br Should thine altered hand restrain br The early and the latter rain; br Blast each opening bud of joy, br And the rising year destroy: br Yet to thee my soul should raise br Grateful vows, and solemn praise; br And, when every blessing's flown, br Love thee—for thyself alone.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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