1 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On nature's God – he made the sky,
And earth and seas and all their train:
His truth forever stands secure,
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
2 The Lord gives sight unto the blind,
The Lord supports the sinking mind,
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace:
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And to the pris'ner grants release.
3 I'll praise him wile he lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past
While life, and thought, and beinb last,
Or immortality endures.
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First Line: | Happy the man, whose hopes rely |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |