Wings Sublime

Now let our souls on wings sublime
Rise from the trivial cares of time,
Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.

The joys of time, of little worth,
Should not confine our thoughts to earth;
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heav’n’s eternal joys

Shall aught beguile us on the road,
The narrow way that leads to God?
Or can we love earth’s ties so well,
As not to long with God to dwell?

Lord, we would grasp the joys divine,
Find present joy in works of thine,
And press along the narrow way
That leads to realms of endless day.

Bible Students Hymnal
Thomas Gibbons