1 Shine on our souls, eternal God!
With rays of beauty shine;
Oh, let Thy favor crown our days,
And their whole course be Thine.
2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee,
Our hands might toil in vain:
Small joy success itself could give,
If Thou Thy love restrain.
3 'Tis ours the furrows to prepare,
And sow the precious grain:
'Tis Thine to give the sun and air,
And to command the rain.
4 With Thee let every week begin,
With Thee each day be spent,
For Thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by Thee is lent.
5 Thus cheer us through this toilsome road
Till all our labors cease;
And heaven refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.
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First Line: | Shine on our souls, eternal God! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | God: wonderful in providence; Goodness of God: a ground of trust; Providence(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Doddridge |