1. My soul forsakes her vain delights,
And bids the world farewell,
Base as the dirt beneath my feet;
And mischievous as hell–
No longer will I ask you love
Nor seek your friendship more,
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your power.
2. 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 refined,
Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.
3. 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.
Author: Isaac Watts
Composer: Tennessee Harmony, 1818
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