1. Thrice happy souls, who, born from heav’n,
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 my love present
Its incense to thy throne;
And while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone!
4. As sanctify'd to noblest ends,
By 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 diff'rent 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 pow'rs 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.
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|Topic:||Duties of Piety|