All you that bend beneath the Stroke of Time,
And you whose Cheeks confess their healthy Prime,
Your Maker and Preserver praise,
For early and for length of Days;
The pious and the grateful Song,
Shall lisp upon the Infant's Tongue,
While heav'nly Mercy sooths the Mourner's Care,
And bids the Innocent rejoice, the Sinner not despair.