THE CHRISTIAN'S DAILY WALK

Verse 1

1. How happy is the man,
Who has chosen wisdom's ways,
And measured out his span
To his God in prayer and praise;
His God and his Bible
Are all that he desires;
To be at ease of heart and life
He constantly aspires;
In poverty he's happy,
For he knows he has a friend
Who never will forsake him,
And on whom he can depend.

Verse 1

He rises in the morning,
With the lark he tunes his lays,
And offers up a tribute
To his God in prayer and praise;
His God and his Bible
Are all that he desires;
To holiness of heart and life
He constantly aspires;
In poverty he's happy,
For he knows he has a friend
Who never will forsake him,
And on whom he can depend.

Verse 2

2. He rises in the morning,
With the lark he tunes his lays,
And offers up a tribute
To his God in prayer and praise;
And then unto his labor
He cheerfully repairs,
In confidence, believing
His God will hear his prayers.
Whatever he engages in,
At home or far abroad,
His object is to honor
And to glorify his God.

Verse 2

He rises in the morning,
With the lark he tunes his lays,
And offers up a tribute
To his God in prayer and praise;
And then unto his labor
He cheerfully repairs,
In confidence, believing
His God will hear his prayers.
Whatever he engages in,
At home or far abroad,
His object is to honor
And to glorify his God.

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Verse 3

He hails with joy the moment,
That rolls the Sabbath round;
Then in the courts of Zion
With great delight he's found.
His place among believers,
He seldom fails to fill,
And at the sacred altar bows,
To do his Master's will.
He gives of his abundance,
The poor to clothe and feed,
And cares for all around him,
According to their need.

Verse 3

3. In sickness, pain and sorrow
He never will repine,
While he is drawing nourishment
From Christ the living vine.
When trouble presses heavily,
He leans on Jesus' breast,
And in his precious promises
He finds a quiet rest.
The yoke of Christ is easy,
The burden always light;
They never make him weary
While Canaan is in sight.

Verse 4

In sickness, pain and sorrow
He never will repine,
While he is drawing nourishment
From Christ the living vine.
When trouble presses heavily,
He leans on Jesus' breast,
And in his precious promises
He finds a quiet rest.
The yoke of Christ is easy,
The burden always light;
They never make him weary
While Canaan is in sight.

Verse 4

4. 'Tis thus you have his history
Through life from day to day;
Religion is no mystery,
It is a beaten way;
And when upon his pillow
He lays him down to die,
His soul in hope rejoices,
For he knows his God is nigh.
And when life's lamp is flickering,
His soul on wings of love
Flies away to realms of glory,
To dwell with Christ above.

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Verse 5

5. Then he'll be forever happy,
For he's joined the holy band,
He's received the crown of glory,
And a palm is in his hand;
With saints and priests and prophets,
He'll strike the golden lyre,
And shout loud hallelujahs
With all the heavenly choir.
He's happy now eternally,
His joys are all complete,
With his angels he is bowing
Around the Savior's feet.

Verse 5

There he'll be for ever happy,
For he's joined the holy band,
He's received the crown of glory,
And a palm is in his hand;
With saints and priests and prophets,
He'll strike the golden lyre,
And shout loud hallelujahs
With all the heav'nly choir.
He's happy now eternally,
His joys are all complete,
With the angels he is bowing
Around the Saviour's feet.