In What Confusion Earth Appears!

In what con­fu­sion earth ap­pears!

God’s dear­est child­ren bathed in tears;

While they

who Heav’n it­self de­ride

Riot in lux­ury and pride.

But pa­tient let my soul at­tend

And

ere I cen­sure

view the end:

That end how dif­fer­ent who can tell?

The wide ex­tremes of Heav’n and hell.

See the red flames around him twine

Who did in gold and pur­ple shine!

Nor can his tongue one drop ob­tain

T’allay the scorch­ing of his pain.

While round the saint

so poor be­low

Full riv­ers of sal­va­tion flow;

On Ab­ram’s breast he leans his head

And ban­quets on ce­les­ti­al bread.

Jesus

my Sav­ior

let me share

The mean­est of Thy serv­ants’ fare:

May I at last ap­proach to taste

The bless­ings of Thy mar­riage feast.