Psalm: O turn away mine eyes, lest they behold vanity, &c

O Thou, to whom I would aspire,
The nations' Hope, the world's Desire,
Mine eyes from earthly toys avert.
Restrain the wanderings of my heart.
Shut out the creatures from my view,
They all are false, but Thou art true;
And let my soul's attention be
For ever fix'd, O Lord, on Thee.

O were the faith on me bestow'd
Which always sees a present God;
Which always brings Divine supplies.
And power, and life that never dies.
Author of faith, infuse the grace,
Display the glories of Thy face,
And give mine inmost soul to prove
The largest life of heavenly love.

O vain, vain, vain all else beside
The knowledge of the Crucified!
Nothing I wish, or want to see,
But Jesus bleeding on the tree;
This only sight my soul engross,
My Lord expiring on the cross;
Till quicken'd by His death I rise,
And live His life above the skies.