1 My God! permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heav’nly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Father, go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy gracious word can draw me thence.
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Father, go?
4 Be earth with all her cares, withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone:
In secret silence of the mind
My heav’n, and there my God, I find.
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First Line: | My God! permit me not to be |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Personal Duties |