We of­fer prais­es, thank­ful prais­es,
To our God and king,
Who gives us all our ma­ny boun­ties,
Makes our hearts to sing;
His hand be­stows us ev­ery bless­ing,
Every joy we know;
Of earth­ly good He is the au­thor,
Praise Him all be­low.

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Thankful prais­es to our God and king,
Who gives us all our ma­ny boun­ties,
Makes our hearts to sing.

The fields that wave in gold­en ripe­ness,
In the au­tumn brown;
The fruits that in a thou­sand or­chards,
Weigh the branch­es down;
Our land of li­ber­ty and un­ion,
Blessings with­out end;
All these, and more than we can num­ber,
Father, Thou dost send.

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With all, oh Lord, that Thou dost give us,
May we hon­or Thee;
And for the com­forts that sur­round us,
Ever thankf­ul be;
To Thee and Thee alone we of­fer
Grateful songs of praise,
And ask Thee to at­tend and bless us,
Thro’ the com­ing days.

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