HYMN

JOSEPH JOHN GURNEY

Whilst, lost in universal dream,
  The giddy crowd is hurl'd
Along the gaily eddying stream
  Of this deceitful world;

Jesus, in secret still to thee
  O! point my holier way;
Bid me from each gay chain be free
  To own a Saviour's sway:

Bid me, beneath thy parent wing,
  Still, Lord, in peace remain;
That every charm the world can bring
  May tempt my soul in vain.

And so that soul to heaven above,
  To thee in heaven aspire;
And thy celestial light and love
  Be all that soul's desire.

August 19, 1808.