HYMN.
[The calls of glory, beauty's smiles]
Whom have I in heaven but thee, &c.
Psal. lxxiii. 25.
I
The calls of glory, beauty's smiles,
And charms of harmony,
Are all but dull, insipid things,
Compar'd, my God, with thee.
II
Without thy love I nothing crave,
And nothing can enjoy;
The profer'd world I shou'd neglect,
As an unenvied toy.
III
The sun, the num'rous stars, and all
The wonders of the skies,
If to be purchas'd with thy smiles,
Thou know'st I wou'd despise.
IV
What were the earth, the sun, the stars,
Or heav'n it self, to me,
My life, my everlasting bliss!
If not secur'd of thee?
V
Celestial bow'rs, seraphic songs,
And fields of endless light,
Wou'd all unentertaining prove,
Without thy blissful sight.