1 Give but some humble spot,
Bless'd with liberty and love;
Happy will I deem my lot,
Till I meet with that above:
Here our days at best are few,
Mortal life is quickly past;
Let me live as Christian's do,
Share the Christian's home at last.

2 Let me number thus my days,
Seeking wisdom from on high;
Prosecute my heavenly race,
Pressing onward to the sky.
Be my life's lengthened span,
Or my sun at noon go down,
I am still a happy man;
Heir to an immortal crown.