Every good gift and every perfect gift is from…the Father.@James 1:17
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Thomas Ken (1637–1711)

Tho­mas Ken, 1674. These lyrics, sung as the Dox­ol­o­gy in many church­es, are ac­tu­al­ly the last verse of a long­er hymn, Awake, My Soul, and with the Sun.

Old 100th Ge­ne­van Psal­ter, 1551, at­trib­ut­ed to Lou­is Bour­geois (🔊 pdf nwc).

Many have heard from Chap­lain Mc­Cabe’s own fire-touched lips, how this grand old dox­ol­o­gy, that has doubt­less been on more lips than any other un­in­spired pro­duc­tion, was sung by the starv­ing boys in blue [Un­ion sol­diers in the Am­er­i­can ci­vil war] that were in­car­cer­at­ed in Lib­by Prison [Rich­mond, Vir­gin­ia]. Day af­ter day they saw com­rades pass­ing away, and their num­bers in­creased by fresh, liv­ing re­cruits for the grave.

One night about ten o’clock, through the still­ness and the dark­ness, they heard the tramp of com­ing feet, that soon stopped be­fore the pris­on door un­til ar­range­ments could be made in­side. In the com­pa­ny was a young Bap­tist minister, whose heart al­most faint­ed as he looked on those cold walls and thought of the suf­fer­ing in­side. Tired and wea­ry, he sat down, put his face in his hands and wept.

Just then a lone voice of deep, sweet pa­thos, sung out from an up­per win­dow—

Praise God from whom all bless­ings flow;

and a doz­en man­ly voic­es joined in the se­cond line—

Praise Him all crea­tures here below

and then by the time the third was reached, more than a score of hearts were full, and these joined to send the words on high—

Praise Him above ye heav­en­ly host;

and by this time the pris­on was all al­ive, and seemed to quiv­er with the sac­red song, as from ev­ery room and cell those brave men sang—

Praise Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost.

As the song died out on the still night that en­vel­oped in dark­ness the doomed ci­ty of Rich­mond, the young man arose and hap­pi­ly said—

Pris­ons would pal­ac­es prove
If Je­sus would dwell with me there

Crafts, pp. 122–24

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.