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 Saviour go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sov'reign word can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn;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 |
Title: | Retirement and Meditation |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |