Verse 1
Slight whoever bid you quit
The work by God assign’d;
Christ thereby you cannot meet,
Or in the desart find:
Prophets false believe them not;
To gain your Lord, ye need not dwell
In the lonely hermit’s grot,
Or close, monastic cell.
Verse 2
Must you wander far and near
To see the lightning shine?
Anxious there inquire, and here,
To know that Christ is thine?
Christ descending from above
Shall find thee out where’er thou art;
Comes the kingdom of his love
To every waiting heart.