1 My God, whose all-pervading eye
Views earth beneath, and heav'n above:
Witness, if here or there thou seest
And object of mine equal love.
2 Not the gay scenes, where mortal men
Pursue their bliss and find their woe,
Detain my rising heart, which springs
The nobler joys of heav'n to view.
3 Fix'd near th'immortal seat of bliss,
Dauntless, and joyous, it surveys
Each form of horror and distress,
That all its deadliest foes can raise.
4 This feeble flesh shall faint and die,
This heart renew its pulse no more;
Ev'n now it view the moment nigh,
When life's last movements all are over.
5 But come, thou vanquish'd King of dread!
With thy own hand thy pow'r destroy.
'Tis thine to bear me to my God,
My portion, my eternal joy.
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First Line: | My God, whose all-pervading eye |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Troubles of Life |