He's trebly blest, who dreads th' omniscient God

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He's trebly blest, who dreads th' omniscient God, And in his perfect way with fear has trod,

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Himself and his kind providence's care; The produce of his hands he long shall share,

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His wife, chaste object of his faithful loves, Fills all his wishes, and his joys improves; Like beauteous olives in a fruitful soil, His children croud his board, and crown his toil.

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Thus blest he lives--his God will still bestow; Still from his God incessant bounties flow; And, more t' enhance his happiness, he sees His country blest with opulence and peace;

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He sees his own and country's welfare join'd, While fond parental transports fill his mind; He sees his race of ev'ry good possest, Thanks his kind God, and dies supremely blest.