Taste heaven’s sweetness, thus the earth forsake;
If by the Holiest I am satisfied,
How can I of earth’s vanities partake?
By heaven’s presence will the earth depart;
If heaven’s glory doth my spirit charm,
How can earth’s happiness possess my heart?
Go out the camp to Jesus, let Him lead;
If throne and crown my spirit here enthrall,
Manger and cross cannot my steps impede.
Go out the camp to bear the cross and woe,
If I His radiant face in heaven see,
His footsteps I will follow here below.
Without the camp, in hardship persevere;
Though earthly trials sorely pain my heart,
Heaven’s communion doth my spirit cheer.
Without the camp, the needs of men supply;
The life of heaven living out thru me
The souls of earth will bless and satisfy.
Go out the camp till all the camps are gone;
Until the heavens and the earth unite,
Till God and man together dwell in one.