Oh, how the thought of God attracts
|Oh, how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows
And dissipating mirth!
|'Tis not enough to save our souls,
To shun th' eternal fires;
The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.
|God only is the creature's home,
Though rough and straight the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.
|Oh, utter but the Name of God
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.
|A trusting heart, a yearning eye,
Can win their way above;
If mountains can be moved by faith,
Is there less power in love?
|How little of that road, my soul!
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.
|The freedom from all willful sin,
The Christian's daily task;
Oh! these are graces far below
What longing love would ask!
|The perfect way is hard to flesh;
It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God,
How swiftly wouldst thou move!
|Then keep thy conscience sensitive;
No inward token miss:
And go where grace entices thee—
Perfection lies in this.