See now the man of wond'rous birth,
Born from above but dwells on earth,
    Whose heart religion fills;
By wisdom guided in his way,
On wings of faith he mounts to-day
    Towards everlasting hills.

Lord of himself, his noble mind
From fetters free and unconfined,
    A flight sublime maintains;
But little his concern to know
What's done by mortals here below,
    Who drag about their chains.

Pleased with himself and satisfied,
While streams pleasure gently glide
    From fountain head on high;
Possesses all beneath the sun,
And smiles to see how mortals run
    To catch those things that fly.

Pleased with the present, he enjoys
Himself at ease, nor wants those toys
    Which little minds calls great;
Crowns, riches, honors, and such things,
Which please the vulgar, yea and kings,
    He treads beneath his feet.
In love with that fair godess bright,
Who enthroned in realms of light,
    No meaner flame can burn;
'Tis she that leads to Jesus' arms,
And gives possession of His charms;
    Christ and religion's one.
Love this fair godess, and serene
She'll make you pass thro' life's dark scene,
    And gild your passing days,
Grace your last moments with her light,
Then waft your soul to regions brignt
    To join angelic lays.