I Was A Grovelling Creature Once, And Basely Cleaved To Earth; I Wanted Spirit To Renounce The Clod That Gave Me Birth. But God Has Breathed Upon A Worm, And Sent Me, From Above, Wings Such As Clothe An Angel'S Form, The Wings Of Joy And Love. With These To Pisgah'S Top I Fly, And There Delighted Stand, To View Beneath A Shining Sky The Spacious Promised Land. The Lord Of All The Vast Domain Has Promised It To Me; The Length And Breadth Of All The Plain, As Far As Faith Can See. How Glorious Is My Privilege! To Thee For Help I Call; I Stand Upon A Mountain'S Edge, Oh Save Me, Lest I Fall! Though Much Exalted In The Lord, My Strength Is Not My Own; Then Let Me Tremble At His Word, And None Shall Cast Me Down.