Had I your Wings to Heaven I'd fly,
But God shall that Defect supply,
And my Soul wing'd with warm Desire,
Shall all Day long to Heaven aspire.
All Praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd 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'a Heaven itself I would disdain,
Were't not Thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in Hymns to be employ'd.
Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e'er Thou art,
O never then from me depart:
For to my Soul, 'tis Hell to be,
But for one Moment void of Thee.
Lord, I my Vows to Thee renew,
Disperse 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, ye Heavenly Host.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
An Evening HYMN.
ALL Praise to Thee, my God, this Night,
For all the Blessings of the Light,
Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Beneath thy own Almighty Wings.
