Oliver Holden - Lynnfield - текст песни (слова)

My God, permit me not to be
 A stranger to myself and thee;
 Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
 Forgetful of my highest love.
 
 Why should my passions mix with earth,
 And thus debase my heavenly birth?
 Why should I cleave to things below,
 And let my God, my Savior, go?
 
 Call me away from flesh and sense,
 One sovereign word can draw me thence;
 I would obey the voice divine,
 And all inferior joys resign.
 
 Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn,
 Let noise and vanity begone;
 In secret silence of the mind
 My heaven, and there my God, I find.