Words: Isaac Watts
1 O happy man, whose soul is filled With zeal and reverent awe! His lips to God their honors yield, His life adorns the law. 2 A careful providence shall stand And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labors 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 honor shine, and learn to fear the Lord. 4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfill 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.