The grateful song, the fervent prayer--
The incense of the heart--may rise
To Heaven, and find acceptance there.
4To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength and beauty bend the knee,
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee.
5O Thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime