O GOD, whose favourable eye The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not such as hypocrites suppose, Who with a graceless heart Taste not of thee, but drink a dose Prepared by Satan's art. Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night. Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin and yet rejoice; Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, Would they not hear his voice? Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's power; That make me blush for what I am, And hate my sin the more. 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, At thy dear feet to lie; Thou wilt not let me lower fall, And none can higher fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ASPATIA'S SONG, FR. THE MAID'S TRAEGDY by JOHN FLETCHER BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON |