Felicity Alone in Christ

Fly from my thoughts, ye vanities of Time, To nobler heights my ardent wishes climb; Farewell each vain delight,—inferior bliss, Which ne'er can boast of solid happiness. To spheres above with restless haste I'd fly, And view, by faith, my portion in the sky. Ten thousand charms attract my warmest love, Kindle a flame which heaven inspires above. Refulgent glories now pervade my soul! How blest the hours, and sweet the minutes roll! Anguish and care, and every grief suppress'd, Secure thus lodg'd within my Saviour's breast. This brigher vision animates my hope, Supports my soul, and bears my spirits up: Thick darkness long had dwelt around my clay; But Christ my sun hath rose to bless the day, And with such charms as none but he imparts, Binds the strong passions of my faithless heart. Adieu ye fading, fluctuating scenes, Which only pencil visionary dreams; Such false nam'd joys can ne'er my soul delight, The morning star! the bright celestial light Eclipses these in one eternal night. If one kind smile enraptures all my frame, Sheds such a fragrance on thy sacred name, What heav'nly raptures soon shall seize my breast, When I shall soar to dwell among the blest! Ere long my soul shall quit this meaner clay, And on seraphic wings shall bear its way Into that world of joy and pure delight, Where Hope shall cease, and Faith be lost in sight. Propitious period! Jesus haste and come— O take thy captive to her native home!