contemplativeWhile men lie groveling here!
His hopes are fixed above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.
His conscience knows no secret stings,
While peace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.
He waits in secret on His God,
His God in secret sees;
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav’nly peace.
His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time;
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of sinners climb.
He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his figure here;
Content and pleased to live unknown,
Till Christ, his life, appear.
He looks to Heav’ns eternal hill
To meet that glorious day;
But patient waits his Savior’s will
To fetch his soul away.
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"Set your mind on things above, not on the things on the earth. For you died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God" Colossians 3:2,3
