I was a grovelling creature once,, And basely cleaved to earth:, I wanted spirit to renounce, The clod that gave me birth., , But God hath breathed upon a worm,, And sent me from above, Wings such as clothe an angel's form,, The wings of joy and love., , With these to Pisgah's top I fly, And there delighted stand,, To view, beneath a shining sky,, The spacious promised land., , The Lord of all the vast domain, Has promised it to me,, The length and breadth of all the plain, As far as faith can see., , How glorious is my privilege!, To Thee for help I call;, I stand upon a mountain's edge,, O save me, lest I fall!, , Though much exalted in the Lord,, My strength is not my own;, Then let me tremble at His word,, And none shall cast me down.
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