"I have no greater joy, than to see my children walk in the truth"

When kneeling round a Saviour's boardFair forms, and brows belov'd, I see,Who once the paths of peace explor'dAnd trac'd the studious page with me,—

Who from my side with pain would part,My entering step with gladness greet,And pour complacent, o'er my heartAffection's dew-drops, pure and sweet.

When now, from each remember'd faceBeam tranquil faith, and hope benign,When in each eye Heaven's smile I trace,The tear of joy suffuses mine.

Father! I bless thy ceaseless care,Which thus its holiest gifts hath shed,Guide thou their steps through every snareFrom every danger shield their head.

From treacherous error's dire control,From pride, from change, from darkness free,Preserve each timorous, trusting soul,That like the ark-dove flies to thee.

And may the wreath that cloudless daysAround our hearts so fondly wove,Still bind us till we speak thy praise,As sister spirits, one in love,—

One, where no lingering ill can harm,One, where no stroke of fate can sever,Where nought but holiness doth charm,And all that charms shall live forever.