The Same. Ps. 128.
1 Blest is the man who fears the Lord,
And walks by his unerring word;
Comfort and peace his days attend,
And God will ever prove his friend.
2 To him who condescends to dwell
With saints in their obscurest cell,
Be our domestic altars raised,
And daily let his name be praised.
3 To him may each assembled house
Present their night and morning vows;
And children of the rising race
Be taught his precepts and his grace.
4 When nature droops, our aged eyes
Shall see our children's children rise;
Till pleased and thankful we remove,
And join the family above.