Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven

THRICE happy souls, who, born of heaven,

While yet they sojourn here

Humbly begin their days with God,

And spend them in His fear.

Midst hourly cares may love present

Its incense to Thy throne:

And while the world our hands employs

Our hearts be Thine alone!

When to laborious duties called,

Or by temptation tried,

We'll seek the shelter of Thy wings,

And in Thy strength confide.

As different scenes of life arise,

Our grateful hearts would be

With Thee amid the social band,

In solitude with Thee.

At night we lean our weary heads

On Thy paternal breast,

And safely folded in Thine arms,

Resign our powers to rest.

In solid pure delights, like these,

Let all my days be passed;

Nor shall I then impatient wish,

Nor shall I fear the last.