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Thus on I grew, and still receive
The blessings thou art wont to give
Blessings alas ! I ill repay
With new transgressions every day.
Yet still be gracious, Mighty Lord;
Grant me a heart to love thy word,
And each command obey :
And when this worthless nature dies;
When from the flesh my spirit flies,
Let angels waft me through the skies
To Christ's eternal day.
Oh! could some angel hover near,
And tell us half its joys;
How irksome would this life appear,
And death-how great a prize!
Then should we spread our anxious wings,
Through yon bright orbs to fly;
Then should we dwell on heav'nly things,
And wish and long to die.
Yet though our frail, corrupted hearts
Feel not the heavenly flame,
Jesus a Heaven on earth imparts,
If we but love his name.
Yes! if that hallow'd name we love,
And strive his paths to run,
This world a Heav'n indeed shall prove
Eternal bliss begun.
A little that a righteous man hath, is better than the riches of many wicked.-Psalm xxxvii. v. 16.
Say, what is wealth and all its joys,
To Heav'n's immense, immortal prize ?
The dust that dims the scale !