And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows
And dissipating mirth!
To shun th’ eternal fires;
The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.
Though rough and straight the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.
Can win their way above;
If mountains can be moved by faith,
Is there less power in love?
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.
The Christian’s daily task;
Oh! these are graces far below
What longing love would ask!
It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God,
How swiftly wouldst thou move!
No inward token miss:
And go where grace entices thee—
Perfection lies in this.