Hands, Hearts and Souls, our Victories,
And Spoils and Trophies, our own Joys!
Compar'd to Souls all else are Toys;
O Jesus, let them be
Such unto us as they are unto Thee,
Vessels of Glory and Felicity!
XIII
How will they love us, when they find our Care
Brought them all thither where they are!
When they conceive what terror 'tis to dwell