O how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth
And sickens it of passing shows
And dissipating mirth!

�Tis not enough to save our souls,
To shun th�eternal fires;
The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.

God only is the creature�s home,
Though rough and strait the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.

O utter but the Name of God,
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see from the world at once
All tempting light depart!

A trusting heart, a yearning eye,
Can win their way above,
If mountains can be moved by faith,
Is there less power in love?