What eyes, like thine, eternal sire
Who shall tow’rd thy chosen seat
Lo, my shepherd’s hand divine
To thy pastures fair and large
Blest, who with generous pity glows
As pants the Hart for cooling Streams
As pants the hart for cooling springs
Teach me, O teach me, Lord! thy way
The festal morn, my God, is com
The joyful morn, my God, is come
With joy shall I behold the day
Tis enough—the hour is come