Thrice Happy Souls

Thrice hap­py souls

who

born from Heav­en

While yet they so­journ here

Thus all their days with God be­gin

And spend them in His fear.

So may our eyes

with ho­ly zeal

Prevent the dawn­ing day

And turn the sac­red pag­es o’er

And praise Thy name and pray.

’Midst hour­ly cares

may love pre­sent

Its in­cense to Thy throne;

And

while the world our hands em­ploys

Our hearts be Thine alone.

As sanc­ti­fied to nob­lest ends

By each re­fresh­ment sought;

And

by each va­ri­ous pro­vi­dence

Some wise in­struct­ion brought.

When to la­bo­ri­ous du­ties called

Or by temp­ta­tions tried

We’ll seek the shel­ter of Thy wings

And in Thy strength con­fide.

As dif­fer­ent scenes of life arise

Our grate­ful hearts would be

With Thee

amidst the so­cial band

In so­li­tude with Thee.

At night we lean our wea­ry heads

On Thy pa­ter­nal breast;

And

safe­ly fold­ed in Thine arms

Resign our pow­ers to rest.

In sol­id

pure de­lights

like these

Let all my days be past;

Nor shall I then im­pa­tient wish

Nor shall I fear the last.