On Family Affection

How sweet, O Lord, how excellent, How glorious is the scene, When those from the same parents sprung, Scarce know what quarrels mean.

They love each other; and, still more, Their parents love as well: For where fraternal love is found, There filial too must dwell.

This, the fond parent, day by day, With heart-felt transport view; And every hour, amid life's cares, Teems with some pleasure new.

Grant, of thy grace, O Lord, that we, May each in his abode, Fill with delight the hearts of those From whom our life has flow'd.

With this poor gratitude, at least, Let us their love repay: Nor be the cares they undergo For our sake, thrown away.