1 Eternal Source of every joy,
Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

2 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid
With opening light and evening shade.

3 Here in Thy house shall incense rise,
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes.
Still will we make Thy mercies known
Around Thy board, and round our own.

4 O may our more harmonious tongue
In worlds unknown pursue the song.
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more!

AMEN.