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If solid happiness we prize

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXVII (1789) Lyrics: 1 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; The world has little to bestow, From our own selves our joys must flow, Our bliss begins at home. 2 We'll therefore relish with content Whate'er kind Providence hath sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r; And if our store of wealth be small, With thankful hearts enjoy it all, Nor lose the present hour. 3 To be resign'd, when ills betide, Patient, when favours are deny'd, And pleas'd with favours giv'n; This is the wise, the virtuous part, This is that incense of the heart, Whose fragrance reaches heav'n. 4 Thus, crown'd with peace, thro' life we'll go, Its chequer'd paths of joy and wo With cautious steps we'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear, And mingle with the dead. 5 While Conscience, like a faithful friend, Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel whisper peace, And smooth the bed of death. Topics: Faith, Holiness and moral Virtues Contentment Languages: English

If solid happiness we prize

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #330 (1814) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam. The world has little to bestow: From our own selves our joys must flow; Our bliss begins at home. 2 We'll therefore relish with content Whate'er kind providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r: And if our store of wealth be small, With thankful heart improve it all, Nor waste the present hour. 3 To be resign'd, when ills betide, Patient, when favours are denied, And pleas'd with favours giv'n: This is the wise, the virtuous part: This is that incense f the heart, Whose fragrance reaches heav'n. 4 Thus thro' life's changing scenes we'll go, Its checker'd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear; Without a trouble or a fear, And mingle with the dead: 5 While conscience, like a faithful friend, Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel, whisper peace, And smooth the bed of death. Topics: Personal Duties Languages: English