1 I send the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth, deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along
Down the gulf of dark despair,
And whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e’en conveyed me there.
3 Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treacherous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.
4 There, from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.
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First Line: | I send the joys of earth away |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Choice of the Christian; Christians: their life and experience; Self-Consecration(4 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |