I would be always kind to his poor,
I would bring in the whole world to adore him,
I would get home this moment to see him,
I would have an increasing knowledge of him,
I would be overcome with his love,
I would bless him for what he is in himself,
I would be holy as an angel of light.
Aspiring high, my spirit longs to rise,
I would for ever dwell above the skies;
So tir’d I am of sin and all I see,
I sigh, I pant, dear Lord, to be with thee;
Where I SINCERELY shall thy name adore,
And all the glories of thy grace explore;
Sound thy rich love and join the blissful song,
While vast eternity shall roll along.
Reader—Is this your likeness?
THE END.