Eternal God, Our Wondering Souls

Eternal God

our won­der­ing souls

Admire Thy match­less grace;

That Thou wilt walk

that Thou wilt dwell

With Ad­am’s worth­less race.

O lead me to that hap­py path

Where I my God may meet;

Tho’ hosts of foes be­gird it round

Tho’ briars wound my feet.

Cheered with Thy con­verse I can trace

The de­sert with de­light:

Thro’ all the gloom one smile of Thine

Can dis­si­pate the night.

Nor shall I thro’ eter­nal days

A rest­less pil­grim roam:

Thy hand

that now di­rects my course

Shall soon con­vey me home.

I ask not En­och’s rap­tur­ous flight

To realms of heav’n­ly day:

Nor seek Eli­jah’s fie­ry steeds

To bear this flesh away.

Joyful my spir­it will con­sent

To drop its mor­tal load

And hail the sharpest pangs of death

That break its way to God.