Classic Poem

May I possess as thy domestic child,
The house that by Jehovah's name is styl'd:
For royal glories deck those courts of thine,
Which with majestic rays so brightly shine,
That should my mind present an earth of gold,
As full of worldly joys as earth can hold;
Sweet grace so fills my house, I'd grudge to spare,
One moment here, for thousand ages there.
No earthly object shall my love confine,
That Being which possesses all, is mine.
My spirit therefore rather would embrace
The meanest office in his holy place,
And by the threshold of his house within,
Than sit in splendor on a throne of sin.
In Jesus' courts I'd chuse the lowest place,
At his saints' feet, so I might see his face.
Yea, though my lamp of outward peace should burn
Most brightly, yet I would incessant mourn,
While in a wicked Mesech I sojourn.