"But his delight is the law of the Lord, and in his law doth he meditate day and night." - Psalm 1:2
How happy, gracious Lord, are we!
Divinely drawn to follow thee:
Whose hours divided are,
Betwixt the mount and multitude,
Our day is spent in doing good,
Our night in praise and pray'r.
With us no melancholy void;
No moment lingers unemploy'd,
Or unimprov'd below;
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone,
And only thee to know.
The winter's night and summer's day,
Glide imperceptibly away,
Too shot to sing thy praise;
Too few we find the happy hours,
And hast to join those heavenly powers
In everlasting lays.
With all who chaunt thy name on high,
And holy, holy, holy, cry,
A bright harmonious throng!
We lon thy praises to repeat,
And ceaseless sing around thy seat
The new eternal song.
The Methodist Pocket Hymn-Book. New York:
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.
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