Church Book ‎#506

506. 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 temptations 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Thrice happy souls, who, born of heaven
• Author: Doddridge (1755, a.)
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Topic: The Family; Epiphany, Second Sunday
• Notes: Alternate tune: #309 or #579

Tune Information

• Name: IRISH
• Meter: C. M.
• Key: F Major
• Notes: Composer from index: Isaac Smith, 1770