Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: My soul forsakes her vain delight
Topic: Penitential
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 26
Page Number: 024, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsMy soul forsakes her vain delight,
And bids the world farewell,
Base as the dirt beneath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more,
The happiness that I approve,
Is not within your power.
There's nothing round this spacious earth
That suits my large desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth,
My nobler thoughts aspire.
Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refin'd,
Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.
Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere,
The glorious and the great;
Brings his own all-sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd climb the heavenly road;
There sits my Saviour dress'd in love,
And there my smiling God.