8s & 6s. 1 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 prayer.
2 With us no melancholy void, No period lingers unemployed, Or unimproved, below; Our weariness of life is gone, Who live to serve our God alone, And only thee to know.
3 The winter's night and summer's day Glide imperceptibly away, Too short to sing thy praise; Too few we find the happy hours, And haste to join those heavenly powers, In everlasting lays.
4 With all who chant thy name on high? And, "Holy, Holy, Holy," cry, A bright harmonious throng, We long thy praises to repeat, And, restless, sing around thy seat The new, eternal song.
