LIII. Joy and Prosperity from the Presence and Blessing of GOD.

SHINE on our Souls, Eternal GOD,
With Rays of Beauty, shine:
O let thy Favour crown our Days,
And all their Round be thine.

Did we not raise our Hands to thee,
Our Hands might toil in vain;
Small Joy Success itself could give,
If thou thy Love restrain.

With thee let ev'ry Week begin,
With thee each Day be spent,
For thee each fleeting Hour improv'd,
Since each by thee is lent.

Thus chear us thro' this desart Road,
Till all our Labours cease;
And Heav'n refresh our weary Souls
With everlasting Peace.