1 Come to me, thoughts of heaven!
My fainting spirit bear
On your bright wings, by morning given,
Up to celestial air,
Away, far, far away,
From thoughts by passion given,
Fold me in pure, still, cloudless day,
O blessed thoughts of heaven!
2 Come in my tempted hour,
Sweet thoughts! and yet again
O'er sinful wish and memory, shower
Your soft effacing rain;
Waft me where gales divine
With dark clouds ne'er have striven;
Where living founts forever shine;
O blessed Thoughts of heaven!
