The Favour of God the Only Satisfying Good

In vain the erring world inquires,
For true substantial good:
While earth confines their low desires,
They live on airy food.

Illusive dreams of happiness,
Their eager thoughts employ;
They wake, convinc'd their boasted bliss
Was visionary joy.

Begone, ye gilded vanities;
I seek some solid good;
To real bliss my wishes rise,
The favour of my God.

My God, to thee my soul aspires;
Dispel the shades of night,
Enlarge and fill these vast desires,
With infinite delight.

Immortal joy thy smiles impart,
Heav'n dawns in ev'ry ray;
One glimpse of thee will glad my heart,
And turn my night to day.

Not all the good which earth bestows,
Can fill the craving mind;
Its highest joys are mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.

Should boundless wealth increase my store,—
Can wealth my cares beguile?
I should be wretched still, and poor
Without thy blissful smile.

Grant, O my God, this one request:
Oh, be thy love alone
My ample portion, — here I rest,
For heav'n is in the boon.