O that I could for ever dwell, Delighted, at the Savior's feet, Behold the form I love so well, And all His tender words repeat. The world shut out from all my soul, And Heav'n brought in with all its bliss? O is there aught from pole to pole, One moment to compare to this! This is the hidden life I prize? A life of penitential love; When most my follies I despise, And raise my highest thoughts above. Thus would I live till nature fail, And all my former sins forsake; Then rise to God within the veil, And of eternal joys partake.