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 (1821-77)