Ye simple souls that stray <br />Far from the path of peace, <br />That lonely, unfrequented way <br />To life and happiness, <br />Why will ye folly love, <br />And throng the downward road, <br />And hate the wisdom from above, <br />And mock the sons of God? <br /> <br />Madness and misery <br />Ye count our life beneath; <br />And nothing great or good can see, <br />Or glorious, in our death: <br />As only born to grieve, <br />Beneath your feet we lie; <br />And utterly contemned we live, <br />And unlamented die. <br /> <br />So wretched and obscure, <br />The men whom ye despise, <br />So foolish, impotent, and poor, <br />Above your scorn we rise: <br />We, through the Holy Ghost, <br />Can witness better things; <br />For He whose blood is all our boast <br />Hath made us priests and kings. <br /> <br />Riches unsearchable <br />In Jesu's love we know; <br />And pleasures, springing from the well <br />Of life, our souls o'erflow; <br />The Spirit we receive <br />Of wisdom, grace, and power; <br />And always sorrowful we live, <br />Rejoicing evermore. <br /> <br />Angels our servants are, <br />And keep in all our ways, <br />And in their watchful hands they bear <br />The sacred souls of grace; <br />Unto that heavenly bliss <br />They all our steps attend; <br />And God himself our Father is, <br />And Jesus is our friend. <br /> <br />With him we walk in white, <br />We in his image shine, <br />Our robes are robes of glorious light, <br />Our righteousness divine; <br />On all the kings of earth <br />With pity we look down, <br />And claim, in virtue of our birth, <br />A never-fading crown.<br /><br />Charles Wesley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-xxi-ye-simple-souls-that-stray-2/
