The Work Of The Spirit

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

          Yet to Thee my soul should raise
         Grateful vows and solemn praise;
         And, when every blessing’s flown,
              Love Thee for Thyself alone.

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