The heavens invite mine eye,
The stars salute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn to lie
Thus groveling on the ground.

My warmer spirits move,
And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love
To raise me swift and high.

Beyond those crystal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls;
They’re but the porches to Thy courts,
And paintings of Thy walls.

Vain world, farewell to you;
Heaven is my native air;
I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.

I feel my powers released
From their old fleshy clod;
Fair guardian, bear me up in haste,
And set me near my God.