I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.

The world no longer lets me love, My hope and treasure are above.

My age I will not once lament, / But sing, my time so near is spent.

I happy am, if well with you.

My hope and treasure lies above

There is no object that we see; no action that we do; no good that we enjoy; no evil that we feel, or fear, but we may make some spiritual advantage of all: and he that makes such improvement is wise, as well as pious.

We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.