Psalm 128 [O Happy Man, Whose Soul Is Fill’d] by Isaac Watts

Family blessings.

O happy man, whose soul is fill’d
With zeal and reverend awe;
His lips to God their honours yield,
His life adorns the law.

A careful providence shall stand
And ever guard thy head,
Shall on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly blessings shed.

[Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine;
Thy children round thy board,
Each like a plant of honour shine,
And learn to fear the Lord.]

The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil
For months and years to come;
The Lord who dwells on Zion’s hill,
Shall send thee blessings home.

This is the man whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase,
Shall see the sinking church arise,
Then leave the world in peace.

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