I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,

And all my care and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempests driven.

Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,

That leads to endless day.