O GOD, whose favourable eye The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not such as hypocrites suppose, Who with a graceless heart Taste not of thee, but drink a dose Prepared by Satan's art. Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night. Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin and yet rejoice; Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, Would they not hear his voice? Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's power; That make me blush for what I am, And hate my sin the more. 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, At thy dear feet to lie; Thou wilt not let me lower fall, And none can higher fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL COLUMBUS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER by MARY MORRISON HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH TO ATHENA by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 98. AL-RASCHID by EDWIN ARNOLD FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN |