1 O happy Nan, whose Soul is fill'd
With Zeal and reverend Awe!
His Lips to GOD their Honours yield,
His Life adorns the Law.

2 A careful Providence shall stand
And ever guard thy Head,
Shall on the Labours of thy Hand
Its kindly Blessings shed.

3 Thy Wife shall be a fruitful Vine;
Thy Children round thy Board,
Each like a Plant of Honour shine,
And learn to fear the Lord.

4 The Lord shall thy best Hopes fulfil
For Months and Years to come;
The Lord who dwells on Sion's Hill,
Shall send thee Blessings Home.

5 This is the Man whose happy Eyes
Shall see his House increase,
Shall see the sinking Church arise,
Then leave the World in Peace.