The Days of the Upright known to GOD, and their everlasting Inheritance. Psalm xxxvii. 18

To thee, my GOD, my Days are known; My Soul enjoys the Thought: My Actions all before thy Face, Nor are my Faults forgot.

Each secret Breath Devotion vents Is vocal to thine Ear; And all my Walks of daily Life Before thine Eye appear.

The vacant Hour, the active Scene Thy Mercy shall approve; And ev'ry Pang of Sympathy, And ev'ry Care of Love.

Each golden Hour of beaming Light Is gilded by thy Rays; And dark Affliction's midnight Gloom A present GOD surveys.

Full in thy View thro' Life I pass, And in thy View I dye; And, when each mortal Bond is broke, Shall find my GOD is nigh.

Strip'd of it's little earthly all My Soul in Smiles shall go; And in a heav'nly Heritage It's Father's Bounty know.