1 Thrice happy souls, who born from heaven,
Whilst yet they sojourn here,
Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in his fear!

2 So may our eyes with holy zeal
Prevent the dawning day;
And turn the sacred pages o’er,
And praise thy name and pray!

3 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;
And, while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone!

4. As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
And by each various providence,
Some wise instruction brought!

5 When to laborious duties call'd
Or by temptations try'd,
We'll seek the shelter of thy wings,
And in thy strength confide.

6 As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
With thee, amidst the social band,
In solitude with thee.

7 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;
And, safely folded in thine arms,
Resign our powers to rest.

8 In solid pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be past;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.