Christian Worship Walking With God.

Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven,
While yet they sojourn here,
Do all their days with God begin,
And spend them in his fear.

‘Midst hourly cares, may love present
Its incense to thy throne;
And while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.

As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
And by each various providence
Some wise instruction brought.

When to laborious duties called,
Or by temptations tried,
We’ll seek the shelter of thy wings,
And in thy strength confide.

In solid, pure delights like these,
Let all our days be past;
Nor shall we then impatient wish,
Nor shall we fear, the last.