Assorted Blossoms and All praise and thanks to God most High

All praise and thanks to God most High,
The God of pow’r, the God of love,
The God who doeth wondrously;
The God who from his throne above
The soul with richest solace fills;
The God who ev’ry sorrow stills:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.

The host of heaven thy praises tell;
All powers and thrones bow down to thee;
And all who in thy shadow dwell,
Alike in earth and air and sea,
Declare and laud their Maker’s might,
Whose wisdom orders all things right:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.

And for the creatures he has made
Our God will ceaselessly provide;
His grace will be their constant aid,
And guard them round on every side;
His kingdom we can surely trust;
There all is right, and all is just:
All praise and thanks to him, our God.

We sought him in our hour of need;
We cried, Lord God, now hear our prayer;
For death he gave us life indeed,
And hope and comfort for despair:
For this our thanks shall endless be;
With heart and voice we sing to thee;
All praise and thanks to thee, our God.

C. Winkworth