Order my footsteps by Thy Word and make my heart sincere; let sin have no dominion, Lord, but keep my conscience clear.
Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound.
Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings
Joy to the world, the Lord is come / Let earth receive her King / Let every heart, prepare him room / And heaven and nature sing.
Now shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue.