'T is done! A father, mother, gone, A sister, brother, torn away, My hope is now in God alone, Whom heaven and earth alike obey. Above, beneath, to him is known, -- The world's wide compass in his own. I love, -- but in the world no more, Nor in gay hall, or festal bower; Not the fair forms I prized before, -- But him, all beauty, wisdom, power, My Savior, who has cast a chain On sin and ill, and woe and pain! I from my memory have effaced All former joys, all kindred, friends; All honors that my station graced I hold but snares that fortune sends: Hence! joys by Christ at distance cast, That we may be his own at last! |