The Music of Stephen C. Foster . | ||
HOW HAPPY.
1
How happy are the new-born race,Partakers of adopting grace!
How pure the bliss they share!
Hid from the world and all its eyes,
Within their heart the blessing lies,
And conscience feels it there.
2
The moment we believe, 'tis ours;And if we love with all our powers
The God from whom it came.
And if we serve with hearts sincere,
'Tis still discernable and clear,
An undisputed claim.
3
O messenger of dear delight!Whose voice dispels the deepest night,
Sweet, peace-proclaiming Dove!
With thee at hand to soothe our pains,
No wish unsatisfied remains,
No task but that of love.
The Music of Stephen C. Foster . | ||