Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: From all that's mortal all that's vain
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Page Number: 319, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsFROM all that's mortal, all that's vain,
And from this earthly clod,
Arise, my soul, and strive to gain
Some fellowship with God.
Say, what is there below the sky,
Or all the paths thou'st trod,
Can suit thy wishes or thy joys,
Like fellowship with God?
Not life, nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flowery road,
Can to my soul such bliss impart
As fellowship with God.
Not health nor friendship here below,
Nor wealth, that golden load,
Can such delights and comforts show
As fellowship with God.
When I in love am made to bear,
Affliction's needful rod,
Light, sweet, and kind the strokes appear,
Through fellowship with God.
In fierce temptation's fiery blast,
And dark distraction's road,
I'm happy, if I can but taste
Some fellowship with God.
And when the icy arms of death
Shall chill my flowing blood,
With joy I'll yield my latest breath,
In fellowship with God.
When I at last to heav'n ascend,
And gain that blest abode;
There an eternity I'll spend
In fellowship with God.