Classic Poem

I.

Hence , vain, intruding world depart,
No more allure nor vex my heart;
Let every vanity be gone,
I would be peaceful and alone.

II.

Here let me search my inmost mind,
And try its real state to find,
The secret springs of thought explore,
And call my words and actions o'er.

III.

Reflect how soon my life will end,
And think on what my hopes depend,
What aim my busy thoughts pursue,
What work is done, and what to do.

IV.

Eternity is just at hand;
And shall I waste my ebbing sand,
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?

V.

Eternity, tremendous sound!
To guilty souls, a dreadful wound;
But Oh! if Christ and heaven be mine,
How sweet the accents! how divine!

VI.

Be this my chief, my only care,
My high pursuit, my ardent prayer,
An interest in the Saviour's blood,
My pardon seal'd, and peace with God.

VII.

But should my brightest hopes be vain,
The rising doubt, how sharp its pain!
My fears, O gracious God, remove,
Confirm my title to thy love.

VIII.

Search, Lord, O search my inmost heart,
And light, and hope, and joy impart;
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heaven and thee.