Classic Poem

Oft , my soul, thyself remind,
Of the end thy God designed,
When He sent thee here on earth,
Heir of an immortal birth.

Ah, what else did He desire,
Save in graces to attire,
Then to crown with glory bright,
Thee the child of His delight?

Learn, O spirit, learn to know
This thy single end-below;
Learn by this alone to weigh
All the passing world's display.

Whatsoe'er this end obscures;
Whatsoe'er from it allures;
What impedes it, or belies,—
Sever from thee, timely wise.

Every moment, day and night,
Keep it clearly in thy sight;
If thou hope, o'ercoming sin,
Joys of endless life to win.