Oh Be Thou Blest With All That Heav'N Can Send, Long Health, Long Youth, Long Pleasure, And A Friend: Not With Those Toys The Female World Admire, Riches That Vex, And Vanities That Tire. With Added Years If Life Bring Nothing New, But, Like A Sieve, Let Ev'Ry Blessing Thro', Some Joy Still Lost, As Each Vain Year Runs O'Er, And All We Gain, Some Sad Reflection More; Is That A Birth-Day? 'Tis Alas! Too Clear, Let Joy Or Ease, Let Affluence Or Content, And The Gay Conscience Of A Life Well Spent, Calm Ev'Ry Thought, Inspirit Ev'Ry Grace. Glow In Thy Heart, And Smile Upon Thy Face. Let Day Improve On Day, And Year On Year, Without A Pain, A Trouble, Or A Fear; Till Death Unfelt That Tender Frame Destroy, In Some Soft Dream, Or Extasy Of Joy, Peaceful Sleep Out The Sabbath Of The Tomb, And Wake To Raptures In A Life To Come.