Come to me God ; but do not come
To me, as to the gen'rall Doome, 
In power; or come Thou in that state, 
When Thou Thy Lawes didst promulgate, 
When as the mountain quak'd for dread, 
And sullen clouds bound up his head. 
 ... 
For if Thy thunder-claps I heare, 
I shall lesse swoone, then die for feare. 
Speake thou of love and I'le reply 
 ... 
Or sing of mercy, and I'le suit 
To it my Violl and my Lute: 
Thus let Thy lips but love distill, 
Then come my God, and hap what will.

In this world, the isle of dreams,
While we sit by sorrow's streams,
Tears and terrors are our themes
   Reciting:

But when once from hence we fly,
More and more approaching nigh
 Unto young eternity,
   Uniting:

 In that whiter island, where
 Things are evermore sincere;
 Candor here and luster there
 Delighting:

 ... 

    There, in calm and cooling sleep
We our eyes shall never steep,
 But eternal watch shall keep,
 Attending

My soul, there is a country
  Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a wingèd sentry
  All skilful in the wars:

There, above noise and danger
  Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles
And One, born in a manger
  Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious Friend
  And -- O my soul, awake! --
Did in pure love descend
  To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst go but thither,
  There grows the flower of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
  Thy fortress and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,
  For none can thee secure
But One who never changes,
  Thy God, thy life, thy cure.