Aspiring high, my spirit longs to rise, I would for ever dwell above the skies; So tir’d I am of sin and all I see, I sigh, I pant, dear Lord, to be with thee; Where I SINCERELY shall thy name adore, And all the glories of thy grace explore; Sound thy rich love and join the blissful song, _While_ vast _eternity shall_ roll along. Reader—IS THIS YOUR LIKENESS? * * * * * THE END.