Songs We Like to Sing
Published 1912
A. L. Barbauld C. Kocher
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ;
All to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow.
All the plenty summer pours;
Autumn's rich o'er flowing stores;
Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
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;
Singing thus through all our days,
Praise to God, immortal praise.
Amen.
© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman