CCCXX. Moses's wise Choice.

MY Soul, with all thy waken'd Pow'rs
Survey the heav'nly Prize;
Nor let these glitt'ring Toys of Earth
Allure thy wand'ring Eyes.

The splendid Crown, which Moses sought,
Still beams around his Brow;
Tho' soon great Pharoah's scepter'd Pride
Was taught by Death to bow.

The Joys and Treasures of a Day
I chearfully resign;
Rich in that large immortal Store,
Secur'd by Grace divine.

Let Fools my wiser Choice deride,
Angels and GOD approve;
Nor Scorn of Men, nor Rage of Hell
My stedfast Soul shall move.

With ardent Eye that bright Reward
I daily will survey;
And in the blooming Prospect lose
The Sorrows of the Way.