XXXVIII. The Days of the Upright known to GOD, and their everlasting Inheritance.

TO thee, my GOD, my Days are known;
My Soul enjoys the Thought:
My Actions all before thy Face,
Nor are my Faults forgot.

Each secret Breath Devotion vents
Is vocal to thine Ear;
And all my Walks of daily Life
Before thine Eye appear.

The vacant Hour, the active Scene
Thy Mercy shall approve;
And ev'ry Pang of Sympathy,
And ev'ry Care of Love.

Each golden Hour of beaming Light
Is gilded by thy Rays;
And dark Affliction's midnight Gloom
A present GOD surveys.

Full in thy View thro' Life I pass,
And in thy View I dye;
And, when each mortal Bond is broke,
Shall find my GOD is nigh.

Strip'd of it's little earthly all
My Soul in Smiles shall go;
And in a heav'nly Heritage
It's Father's Bounty know.