Since life in sorrow must be spent

Verse 1

Since life in sorrow must be spent, So be it—I am well content, And meekly wait my last remove, Seeking only growth in love.

Verse 2

No bliss I seek, but to fulfil In life, in death, thy lovely will; No succours in my woes I want, Save what thou art pleased to grant.

Verse 3

Our days are numbered, let us spare Our anxious hearts a needless care: 'Tis thine to number out our days; Ours to give them to thy praise.

Verse 4

Love is our only business here, Love, simple, constant, and sincere; O blessed days, thy servants see, Spent, O Lord! in pleasing thee!