1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of heaven,
While yet they sojourn here
Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in His fear.
2 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to Thy throne:
And while the world our hands employs
Our hearts be Thine alone!
3 When to laborious duties called,
Or by temptation tried,
We'll seek the shelter of Thy wings,
And in Thy strength confide.
4 As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
With Thee amid the social band,
In solitude with Thee.
5 At night we lean our weary heads
On Thy paternal breast,
And safely folded in Thine arms,
Resign our powers to rest.
6 In solid pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be passed;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.
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First Line: | Thrice happy souls, who, born of heaven |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Christian Life: Marriage |
Notes: | Ph. Doddridge. |