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DOMESTIC HAPPINESS.
Servant of God, how blest art thou,
Of every good possest,
Lo, happiness thy portion now,
And heav'n thy future rest!
Of every good possest,
Lo, happiness thy portion now,
And heav'n thy future rest!
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As flow'rs, the labours of thy love,
Shall wreathe thy starry crown,
When Christ in glory from above
Shall bring redemption down.
Shall wreathe thy starry crown,
When Christ in glory from above
Shall bring redemption down.
Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine,
The treasure of thy youth,
And to a good old age be thine
In love, and peace, and truth.
The treasure of thy youth,
And to a good old age be thine
In love, and peace, and truth.
As branches from the olive-tree
Adorn the parent stem,
Thy children shall be blest in thee,
And thou be blest in them.
Adorn the parent stem,
Thy children shall be blest in thee,
And thou be blest in them.
Yes,—happy he that righteous is,
Thrice happy! for his eyes
Shall see Jerusalem in bliss,
When sin and evil dies.
Thrice happy! for his eyes
Shall see Jerusalem in bliss,
When sin and evil dies.
Triumphant in the glorious day
When Christ the King shall come,
And wipe sad Zion's tears away,
His everlasting home.
When Christ the King shall come,
And wipe sad Zion's tears away,
His everlasting home.
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