THE WORLD⁽¹⁾

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 stilll to thee,
  Oh! point my holier way, -
Bid me from each gay chain be free,
  To own a Saviour's sway;

Bid me beneath thy parent wind
  Still, Lord, in peace remain;
So every charm the world can bring
  Shall tempt me all in vain.

So shall my soul in heaven above,
  To thee in heaven aspire;
So thy celestial light and love
  Be all that soul's desire.

1. ⁰ Ibid., page 157.