My lasting heritage ;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the histories of Thy love,
And keep Thy laws in sight ;
While through the promises I rove
With ever fresh delight.
3'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have,
It makes our sorrows blest ;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.