1 O happy man, whose soul is fill'd With zeal and reverend awe; His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law.
2 A careful providence shall stand And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thy hand Its kindly blessings shed.
3 [Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine, And learn to fear the Lord.]
4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil For months and years to come; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill, Shall send thee blessings home.
5 This is the man whose happy eyes Shall see his house increase, Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace.