Made for Thyself, O God!
Made for Thy love, Thy service, Thy delight;
Made to show forth Thy wisdom, grace and might;
Made for Thy praise whom veiled archangels laud;
Oh, strange and glorious thought, that we may be
A joy to Thee!
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Yet the heart turns away
From this grand destiny of bliss and dreams
‘Twas made for it’s poor self, for passing dreams,
Chasing illusions melting day by day;
Till for ourselves we read on this world’s best,
“This is not rest!”
-Frances Ridley Havergal