Back, My Soul

BACK, my soul, into thy nest;

Earth is not for thee;

Still in heaven find thy nest;

There thou canst be free.

Strive not for this world’s command,

Look to what thou hast,

Thou amidst the angels’ band

Shar’d the great repast.

Demean thee ’fore the majesty

Of him who reigneth there,

And in a lordly company

Be thou the courtier.