1.

How blest the Souls, their God who fear,
His Pow'r confess, his Law revere!
Who stedfast walk th' all perfect way,
Nor lost in paths of folly stray.

2.

O happy Thou! ordained to share
Thy Maker's ever constant care;
Thou privileg'd from want shalt stand,
And eat the labour of thy hand.

3.

The Object of thy wedded Love
Prolific as the Vine shall prove,
Whose foliage o'er thy walls display'd
Spreads wide its amicable shade:

4.

While, as the Olive-branches fair,
Around thy board thy infant Care
Shall croud, and bid thy heart o'erflow
With joys that only Parents know.

5.

Such Blessings, Lord, thy hands provide
For all who make thy fear their guide,
And stedfast walk th' all perfect way,
Nor lost in paths of folly stray.

6.

Hail, favour'd Man! From Sion 's Tow'r
Thy God on Thee his gifts shall show'r:
Thou, thankful, to thy latest day
Shalt Salem 's prosp'ring state survey.

7.

With lengthen'd joy, thine aged eyes
Shall see thy Children's Children rise,
And Peace her healing wings expand
O'er Judah 's Heav'n-distinguish'd Land.