With higher thoughts, O God, uplift
My sinking, feeble mind;
And let it, in the things unseen,
Its rest and portion find.

For these are real; — though the world
Doth not in them believe;
Can worldly, carnal-minded men
The things of God receive?

Such things the Spirit doth reveal,
Things, like Itself, divine;
Oh that they might more real grow,
And be forever mine.

Around my spirit ever breathe
A calm, and holy joy;
Which earthly cares might not disturb,
Nor human power destroy.

Into my darkened spirit shine,
With ever brightening ray;
Till gone each cloud, which dims my sight,
And come the perfect day.

That thus I might, with truth and power,
To others too declare,
How great, how vast eternal things!
How wondrous and how fair!