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| Oh, how the thought of God attracts 
 
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|  | 1. | Oh, how the thought of God attracts | 
|  |  | And draws the heart from earth, | 
|  |  | And sickens it of passing shows | 
|  |  | And dissipating mirth! | 
|  | 2. | 'Tis not enough to save our souls, | 
|  |  | To shun th' eternal fires; | 
|  |  | The thought of God will rouse the heart | 
|  |  | To more sublime desires. | 
|  | 3. | God only is the creature's home, | 
|  |  | Though rough and straight the road; | 
|  |  | Yet nothing less can satisfy | 
|  |  | The love that longs for God. | 
|  | 4. | Oh, utter but the Name of God | 
|  |  | Down in your heart of hearts, | 
|  |  | And see how from the world at once | 
|  |  | All tempting light departs. | 
|  | 5. | A trusting heart, a yearning eye, | 
|  |  | Can win their way above; | 
|  |  | If mountains can be move by faith, | 
|  |  | Is there less power in love? | 
|  | 6. | How little of that road, my soul! | 
|  |  | How little hast thou gone! | 
|  |  | Take heart, and let the thought of God | 
|  |  | Allure thee further on. | 
|  | 7. | The freedom from all willful sin, | 
|  |  | The Christian's daily task; | 
|  |  | Oh! these are graces far below | 
|  |  | What longing love would ask! | 
|  | 8. | The perfect way is hard to flesh; | 
|  |  | It is not hard to love; | 
|  |  | If thou wert sick from want of God, | 
|  |  | How swiftly wouldst thou move! | 
|  | 9. | Then keep thy conscience sensitive; | 
|  |  | No inward token miss: | 
|  |  | And go where grace entices thee- | 
|  |  | Perfection lies in this. |