1 How happy, gracious Lord, are we,
Divinely drawn to follow thee:
Whose hours divided are
Betwixt the mount and multitude;
Our day is spent in doing good,
Our night in praise and prayer.
2 With us no melancholy void,
No moment lingers unemployed,
Or unimproved below;
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone
And only thee to know.
3 The winter's night and summer's day
Glide imperceptibly away,
Too short to sing thy praise;
Too few we find the happy hours,
In haste to join those heavenly powers
In everlasting lays.
4 With all who chant thy name on high,
And Holy, holy holy! cry,
A bright, harmonious throng,
We long thy praises to repeat,
And ceaseless sing, around thy seat,
The new eternal song.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #354