1 O happy man, whose soul is fill'd
With zeal and rev'rend awe!
His lips to God their honors yield,
His life adorns the law.
2 A careful Providence shall stand
And ever guard thy head,
Shall on the labors 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 honor 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 Zion's hill,
Shall send the 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.
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First Line: | O happy man, whose soul is fill'd |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |