STONES towards the earth descend; Rivers to the ocean roll; Ev'ry motion has some end: What is thine, beloved soul? @3Mine is, where my Saviour is; There with Him I hope to dwell: Jesu is the central bliss; Love the force that doth impel.@1 Truly, thou hast answer'd right: Now may Heav'n's attractive grace, Tow'rds the Source of thy delight, Speed along thy quick'ning pace! @3Thank thee for thy gen'rous care! Heav'n, that did the wish inspire, Through thy instrumental pray'r, Plumes the wings of my desire. Now, methinks, aloft I fly: Now, with angles bear a part: Glory be to God on high! Peace to ev'ry christian heart!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD MARIA MINOR by MARGARET AVISON TO HIS GRACE, GEORGE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND by PHILIP AYRES HOW CAN I SING? by FREDERICK C. BODEN |