Classic Poem

See how that gilded Chariot rolls,
But what is that to me,
Since I'm by humble footsteps led
My dearest Lord to see?

To see God's reconciled Face,
No sight on earth so fine;
When I believe that I am his,
And my beloved mine.

And thus I pass'd along my Way,
And to God's House drew nigh;
A Friend here stopt with me to speak,
A trifle caught my Eye.

Soon as it seiz'd my wand'ring Eye,
It discompos'd my Mind;
Oh! surely this should humble me,
When I such weakness find.

But when I came into God's House,
What did the pearcher say?
'Tis good to set Christ crucify'd
Before our Face alway.

And then we should not lightly sin,
Nor from the Lord depart;
That I these truths may ne'er forget,
Lord write them on my Heart!