439. Thrice happy souls, who, born of heaven

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.
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