“They that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country."
Thou vain deceitful world, farewell,
Thine idle joys no more we love:
By faith in brighter worlds we dwell,
In spirit find our home above.
Jesus, we go with thee to taste
Of joy supreme that never dies:
Our feet still press the weary waste,
Our heart, our home, are in the skies.
And oh! while on to heaven's high hill,
The toilsome path of life we tread,
Around us, loving Father, still
Thy circling wings of mercy spread.
From day to day, from hour to hour,
O may our rising spirits prove
The strength of thine almighty power,
The sweetness of thy saving love!