How Happy Gracious Lord Are We
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.
With us no melancholy void,
No moment lingers unemployed,
Or unimproved below;
Our weariness of life is gone,
Who live to serve our God alone
And only thee to know.
The winter’s night and summer’s day
Glide imperceptibly away,
Too short to sing thy praise;
Too few we find the happy hours,
In haste to join those heavenly powers
In everlasting lays.
With all who chant thy name on high,
And Holy, holy holy! cry,
A bright, harmonious throng,
We long thy praises to repeat,
And ceaseless sing, around thy seat,
The new eternal song.