1. How painfully pleasing the fond recollection
Of youthful connections and innocent joy,
While blessed with parental advice and affection,
Surrounded by mercy and peace from on high;
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,
The seats of their offspring arranged on each hand,
And the richest of books, which excels every other–
The family Bible that lay on the stand.
2. Ye scenes of enjoyment, long have we been parted,
My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more;
In sorrow and sadness I live broken-hearted,
And wander alone on a far distant shore;
But why should I doubt a dear Saviour’s protection,
Forgetful of gifts from His bountiful hand?
O let me with patience receive His correction,
And think of the Bible that lay on the stand.
Meter: 12s & 11s
Hesperian Harp: Page 310,311
Instrumentation (real): Two Flutes, Two Guitars