Learning and wit may cease their strife,
When miracles with glory shine
The voice that calls the dead to life
Must be Almighty and Divine.

Are those the happy persons here,
Who dwell the nearest to their God?
Has God invited sinners near,
And Jesus bought this grace with blood?

Go, then, my soul, address the Son,
To lead thee near the Father's face;
Gaze on his glories yet unknown,
And taste the blessings of his grace.

Vain vexing World, and flesh and sense,
Retire while I approach my God;
Nor let my sins divide me thence,
Nor creatures tempt my soul abroad.