"I nothing am, I nothing have,
I nothing care, I nothing crave,
But that my Jesus I may see,
And that He may be all to me."
"As when the weary traveller gains
The height of some o'erlooking hill,
His heart revives, if 'cross the plains
He sees his home, though distant still.
"Thus when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
"''Tis there,' says he, 'I am to dwell
With Jesus in the realms of day,
Then shall I bid my cares farewell,
And He will wipe my tear's away.'"
"How happier far than life the end
Of souls that infant-like beneath their burthen bend."
The day fades into night,
Night groweth into morn;
Sunlight yields to starlight,
The moon and stars to dawn.
