“Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him.”

Genesis‬ ‭5‬:‭24‬ ‭‬‬

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I need to fix my gaze on heaven’s gate
Then try my walking boots on, just for size
And calculate my upward climbing rate

Wishing to become more like my Hope
The One in whom alone I find my rest
Desiring that my heart would know His trope
So all that I enjoy He counts as blest

Thus when at break of dawn I commence rising
I know His thoughts of me are always great
This world and all its charms I’m now despising
As I ascend into exalted state

For Thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings