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Then why dost thou weep so? For see how time flies,
The time that for loving and praising was given! Away with thee, child, then, and hide thy red eyes
In the lap, the kind lap, of thy Father in Heaven.
Oh how the thought of God attracts And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows And dissipating mirth !
'T is not enough to save our souls,
To shun the eternal fires; The thought of God will rouse the heart
To more sublime desires.
God only is the creature's home, Though rough and strait the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy The love that longs for God.
Oh utter but the Name of God Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once All tempting light departs.