1 
Praise we the Lord, who made all beauty 
For all our senses to enjoy; 
Owe we our humble thanks and duty 
That simple pleasures never cloy; 
Praise we the Lord, who made all beauty 
For all our senses to enjoy. 
2 
Praise Him who loves to see young lovers, 
Fresh hearts that swell with youthful pride; 
Thank Him who sends the sun above us, 
As bridegroom fit to meet his bride; 
Praise Him who loves to see young lovers, 
Fresh hearts that swell with youthful pride. 
3 
Praise Him who by a simple flower 
Lifts up our hearts to things above; 
Thank Him who gives to each one power 
To find a friend to know and love; 
Praise Him who by a simple flower 
Lifts up our hearts to things above. 
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