The Heavens Invite Mine Eye

The heav­ens in­vite mine eye

The stars sa­lute me round;

Father

I blush

I mourn to lie

Thus gro­vel­ing on the ground.

My warm­er spir­its move

And make at­tempts to fly;

I wish aloud for wings of love

To raise me swift and high.

Beyond those crys­tal vaults

And all their spark­ling balls;

They’re but the porch­es to Thy courts

And paint­ings of Thy walls.

Vain world

fare­well to you;

Heaven is my na­tive air;

I bid my friends a short adieu

Impatient to be there.

I feel my pow­ers re­leased

From their old fleshy clod;

Fair guard­ian

bear me up in haste

And set me near my God.