Full Lyrics
My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heav'nly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go?
Call me away from flesh and sense,
One sov'reign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind
My heav'n, and there my God, I find.
