 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
ON HEARING A SERMON ON THE PLEASURES OF RELIGION.
When o'er the sacred desk, with modest grace
And lowly meekness, bends thy reverend form,
While the great theme that animates thy face,
Bids every bosom glow with transport warm—
And lowly meekness, bends thy reverend form,
While the great theme that animates thy face,
Bids every bosom glow with transport warm—
How could I listen to the heavenly theme,
Forget the pleasures that entice me here,
Think human life a transitory dream,
And wish, with thee, to gain a higher sphere!
Forget the pleasures that entice me here,
Think human life a transitory dream,
And wish, with thee, to gain a higher sphere!
Go on, thou champion in the cause of truth,
Armed by thy Saviour, still the foe engage;
Still charm from vice the steps of ardent youth,
And strew with rosy hopes the path of age.
Armed by thy Saviour, still the foe engage;
Still charm from vice the steps of ardent youth,
And strew with rosy hopes the path of age.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |