O how the thought of God attractsAnd draws the heart from earthAnd sickens it of passing showsAnd dissipating mirth!
’Tis not enough to save our souls,To shun th’eternal fires;The thought of God will rouse the heartTo more sublime desires.
God only is the creature’s home,Though rough and strait the road;Yet nothing less can satisfyThe love that longs for God.
O utter but the Name of God,Down in your heart of hearts,And see from the world at onceAll tempting light depart!
A trusting heart, a yearning eye,Can win their way above,If mountains can be moved by faith,Is there less power in love?
Within Thy temple, Lord,We on Thy mercies dwell;Far as Thy Name is known,There doth Thy praise excel:Thy praises sound through every land,And right Thy scepter shall command.
Let Zion’s mount rejoice,Let Judah’s daughters praiseThe Lord with cheerful voice,For judgment He displays;Go round the walls on Zion’s mount,Go round her splendors to recount.
The towers of Zion tell,Her palaces survey,Mark all her bulwarks well,And to your children say:This God forever shall abide,E’en unto death, our God and Guide.