Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalted juice,
For the generous olive's use.

Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse.

All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours

Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer; Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood.

SCIENCE! bright Beam of Light Divine!
Dawn of immortal Day!
On this thy new-built Temple shine,
And all thy Charms display.

Where wild untutor'd IGNORANCE:
Her savage Revels kept;
And led the rude ferocious Dance,
While gentle REASON Slept;

Where bowling through her native Wood,
With kindred Beasts of Prey,
She rous'd her furious Sons to Blood,
More wild and fierce than they:

Thy Temple, there, expands in Gates
To thee, celestial Guest!
And each of thy young Vot'ries waits
To hail thee to thy Rest.

1. Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And
2. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like
give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest;
nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy
keep us here All simply in the springing of the year.
in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

3. And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

4. For this is love and nothing else is love.

Listed into the cause of sin,
Why should a good be evil?
Music, alas! too long has been
Prest to obey the devil:
Drunken, or lewd, or light the lay
Flowed to the soul's undoing,
Widened, and strewed with flowers the way
Down to eternal ruin.

Who on the part of God will rise,
Innocent sound recover,
Fly on the prey, and take the prize,
Plunder the carnal lover,
Strip him of every moving strain,
Of every melting measure,
Music in virtue's cause retain,
Rescue the holy pleasure?

Come let us try if Jesu's love

(Stanzas 7 12 are familiar as " O For A Thousand Tongues " )

Glory to God, and praise, and love Be ever, ever given,
By saints below and saints above, The church in earth and heaven.

On this glad day the glorious Sun Of Righteousness arose;
On my benighted soul He shone, And filled it with repose.

Sudden expired the legal strife; 'Twas then I ceased to grieve;
My second, real, living life I then began to live.

Then with my heart I first believed, Believed with faith Divine;

Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears:
The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears:
Before the Throne my Surety stands,
Before the Throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above, For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for ev'ry race,
His blood atoned for ev'ry race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me;

Weary of all this wordy strife,
These notions, forms, and modes, and names,
To Thee, the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Whose love my simple heart inflames,
Divinely taught, at last I fly,
With Thee, and Thine to live, and die.

Forth from the midst of Babel brought,
Parties and sects I cast behind;
Enlarged my heart, and free my thought,
Where'er the latent truth I find,
The latent truth with joy to own,
And bow to Jesu's name alone.

Redeem'd by Thine almighty grace,
I taste my glorious liberty,
With open arms the world embrace,

Praised beyond all Enids be
Lady Morfudd, my lovely.
I burn with more than a fire
From the torch-light of her hair,
And yet, her touch as it fell
Was almost-virgin-gentle.

Around my neck white arms went;
Her red lips were impatient.
That kind of kissing has come,
So more than mild, most seldom.
Her poet-prisoner, frail
In her wine-sweet body-gaol,
So I, though I do not tell
All truth of the miracle.

So, in the bonds of the bright
Of her arms, all snow-drift white,
She was imprisoning me

Praysed be Dianaes faire and harmelesse light,
Praised be the dewes, where-with she moists the ground:
Praised be her beames, the glory of the night,
 Prais'd be her power, by which all powers abound.

Prais'd be her Nimphs, with whom she decks the woods,
Prais'd be her Knights, in whom true honour lives:
Prais'd be that force, by which she mooves the floods,
 Let that Diana shine which all these gives.

In heaven Queene she is among the Spheares,
She Mistresse-like makes all things to be pure:
Eternity in her oft change she beares,