S32. From all that's mortal, all that's vain

1 From all that's mortal, all that's vain,
And from this earthly clod:
Arise my soul and strive to gain,
Sweet fellowship with God.

2 Say, what is there beneath the skies,
In all the paths thou'st trod;
Can suit thy wishes or thy joys,
Like fellowship with God.

3 Not life, nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flow'ry road;
Can to my soul such bliss impart,
As fellowship with God.

4 Not health, nor friendship here below,
Nor wealth that golden load;
Can such delight or comfort show,
As fellowship with God.

5 When I am made in love to bear,
Affliction's needful rod;
Light, sweet and kind the strokes appear,
Through fellowship with God.

6 In fierce temptation's fiery blast,
Or dark desertion's road;
I'm happy if I can but taste,
Some fellowship with God.

7 So when the icy hand of death,
Shall chill my flowing blood;
With joy I'll yield my latest breath,
In fellowship with God.

8 When I at last to heaven ascend,
And gain my blest abode;
There an eternity I'll spend,
In fellowship with God.

Text Information
First Line: From all that's mortal, all that's vain
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1825
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