Text: | A family hymn |
1 Happy are our days below,
Blest with competence and ease;
Richly doth the Lord bestow
Health, and friends, and inward peace.
He the fount of blessing is,
His the sweetly passing hours;
Light, and heat, and air are his,
His the dew and fruitful showers.
2 In his lofty praise we join,
Join to bless his sovereign love;
Heart, and hand, and voice combine;
Thus they praise the Lord above:
One united family,
Jointly do they bless his name;
Fainter though our voices be,
Lo! the anthem is the same.
3 When thy children gathering come
From their wandering exile here,
Give us all a happy home,
In thine own immortal sphere:
Young and old, and great and small,
Let us with thy jewels shine;
Gracious Father! give us all
Rest at last with thee and thine.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Happy are our days below |
Title: | A family hymn |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Notes: | Tune: A FAMILY HYMN. To the same Tune. |