Eternal God, our won­der­ing souls
Admire Thy match­less grace;
That Thou wilt walk, that Thou wilt dwell,
With Ad­am’s worth­less race.

O lead me to that hap­py path,
Where I my God may meet;
Tho’ hosts of foes be­gird it round,
Tho’ briars wound my feet.

Cheered with Thy con­verse I can trace
The de­sert with de­light:
Thro’ all the gloom one smile of Thine
Can dis­si­pate the night.

Nor shall I thro’ eter­nal days
A rest­less pil­grim roam:
Thy hand, that now di­rects my course,
Shall soon con­vey me home.

I ask not En­och’s rap­tur­ous flight
To realms of heav’n­ly day:
Nor seek Eli­jah’s fie­ry steeds,
To bear this flesh away.

Joyful my spir­it will con­sent
To drop its mor­tal load,
And hail the sharpest pangs of death,
That break its way to God.