LXXIX. Walking with GOD, or being in his Fear all the Day long.

THRICE happy Souls, who born from Heav'n,
While yet they sojourn here,
Thus all their Days with GOD begin,
And spend them in his Fear!

So may our Eyes with holy Zeal
Prevent the dawning Day;
And turn the sacred Pages o'er,
And praise thy Name and pray.

Midst hourly Cares may Love present
It's Incense to thy Throne;
And while the World our Hands employs,
Our Hearts be thine alone.

As sanctified to noblest Ends
Be each Refreshment sought;
And by each various Providence
Some wise Instruction brought.

When to laborious Duties call'd,
Or by Temptations try'd,
We'll seek the Shelter of thy Wings,
And in thy Strength confide.

As diff'rent Scenes of Life arise,
Our grateful Hearts would be
With thee, amidst the social Band,
In Solitude with thee.

At Night we lean our weary Heads
On thy paternal Breast;
And, safely folded in thine Arms,
Resign our Pow'rs to rest.

In solid pure Delights, like these,
Let all my Days be past;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear, the last.