Hollyhocks, Zinnias and Praise him for his glory, praise him for his grace

Praise him for his glory, praise him for his grace,
For his help adapted to each time and place,
For his promised presence all the pilgrim way,
For the flaming pillar, and the cloud by day.

Praise for free forgiveness, power which makes us whole,
For his touch of healing, strengthening the soul,
For his gifts of kindness and his loving care,
For the best assurance that he answers prayer.

Praise him for the trials sent as chords of love,
Binding us more closely to the things above,
For the faith that conquers, hope that naught can dim,
For the land where loved ones gather home to him.

Chorus:
Praise him, shining angels, on your harps of gold,
All his hosts adore him who his face behold,
Thro’ his great dominion, while the ages roll,
All his works shall praise him, all his works shall praise him,
All his works shall praise him; bless the Lord, my soul.

E. E. Hewitt