Each coming year, O grant it to refine + 

All purer motions of this anxious breast; + 

Kindle the steadfast flame of love divine, + 

And comfort me with holier thoughts possest; + 

Till this worn body slowly sink to rest, + 

This feeble spirit to the sky aspire⁠— + 

As some long-prisoned dove toward her nest⁠— + 

There to receive the gracious full-toned lyre, + 

Bowed low before the Throne ’mid the bright seraph choir. + 