619    7s     W. Gadsby
“I shall be satisfied, … with thy likeness.” Ps. 17. 15

1 Creatures are but vain at best;
  In them is no solid rest.
  All the world calls good or great
  Cannot perfect bliss create.

2 Souls renewed by grace divine,
  Carnal pleasures will resign;
  Holiness, without a stain,
  They are thirsting to obtain.

3 Satisfied! not they indeed,
  Till with Christ, their living Head,
  They in heavenly bliss appear,
  And his likeness fully bear.

4 [Heart and flesh may fail, ’tis true;
  Sin and Satan plague them too!
  Hell and earth their powers unite,
  Christ to banish from their sight;

5 For a season they may be
  Left at an uncertainty,
  Overwhelmed with fear and doubt,
  Scarcely know what they’re about;

6 Yet they feel a panting mind
  For a God supremely kind;
  Satisfied they cannot be,
  But as they his beauty see.]