With morning light and evening shade.
Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
Doddridge.
The middle watch is past! Another year
Dawns on the human race with hope and fear.
The last has gone, with mingl’d sigh and song,
To join for ever its ancestral throng;