HYMN. Whom have I in heaven but thee? &c.

PSAL. LXXIII.25.

I.

The calls of glory, beauty's smiles,
And charms of harmony,
Are all but dull, insipid things,
Compar'd, my God, with thee.

II.

Without thy love I nothing crave,
And nothing can enjoy;
The proffer'd world I shou'd neglect,
As an unenvied toy.

III.

The sun, the num'rous stars, and all
The wonders of the skies,
If to be purchas'd with thy smiles,
Thou know'st I wou'd despise.

IV.

What were the earth, the sun, the stars,
Or heav'n itself to me,
(My life, my everlasting bliss!)
If not secur'd of thee?

V.

Celestial bow'rs, seraphic songs,
And fields of endless light,
Wou'd all unentertaining prove,
Without thy blissful sight.