Had I your Wings, to Heaven I'd flie,
But God shall that defect supply,
And my Soul wing'd with warm desire,
Shall all day long to H'eav'n aspire.
Glory to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refresht me whilst I slept.
Grant Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless Light partake.
I would not wake, nor rise again,
Ev'n Heav'n it self I would disdain;
Wer't not Thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in Hymns to be imploy'd.
Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e'r Thou art,
O never then from me depart;
For to my Soul 'tis Hell to be,
But for one moment without Thee.
Lord I my vows to Thee renew,
Scatter my sins as Morning dew,
Guard my first springs of Thought and Will,
And with Thy self my Spirit fill.
Direct, controul, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my Powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole Glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all Creatures here below,
Praise Him above y' Angelick Host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
An Evening HYMN.
GLORY to Thee my God, this night,
For all the Blessings of the Light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Under Thy own Almighty Wings.
