XCV. Farewell to all but Christ

1 Farewell vain world, I bid adieu,
Your glories I despise;
Your friendship I no more pursue,
Your flatt'ries are but lies.

3 You promise happiness in vain,
Nor can you satisfy;
Your highest pleasures turn to pain,
And all your treasures die.

3 Had I the Indies, East and West,
And riches of the sea;
Without my God I could not rest,
For he is all to me.

4 Then let my soul rise far above;
By faith I'll take my wing,
To the eternal realms of love,
Where saints and angels sing

5 There's love and joy that will not waste;
There's treasures that endure;
There's pleasure that will always last,
When time shall be no more.

Text Information
First Line: Farewell vain world, I bid adieu
Title: Farewell to all but Christ
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
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