1 Shine on our souls, eternal God!
With rays of glory shine!
O let thy favour crown our days,
And all their round be thine!
2 Did we not raise our hearts to thee,
Our hands might toil in vain;
Small joy success itself would give,
If thou thy love restrain.
3 With thee let ev'ry week begin,
With thee each day be spent,
For thee each fleeting hour improv'd,
Since each by thee is lent.
4 Midst hourly cares, may love present
Its incense to thy throne;
And while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine along.
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First Line: | Shine on our souls, eternal God! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Adoration: The divine Blessing besought on our lawful Employment |