Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.

On God for all events depend; You cannot want when God's your friend. Weigh well your part and do your best; Leave to your Maker all the rest.

If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.

Yet still we hug the dear deceit.

Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.