O happy man, whose soul is filled

With zeal and reverent awe!

His lips to God their honors yield,

His life adorns the law.

A careful providence shall stand

And ever guard thy head,

Shall on the labors of thy hand

Its kindly blessings shed.

[Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine;

Thy children round thy board,

Each like a plant of honor shine,

And learn to fear the Lord.]

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.

This is the man whose happy eyes

Shall see his house increase;

Shall see the sinking church arise,

Then leave the world in peace.