1 My soul forsakes her vain delight,
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.
2 No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Lies not within your pow'r.
3 There's nothing round this spacious earth
That suits my large desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.
4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refin'd,
Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind.
5 Th' almighty ruler of the sphere
The Glorious and the Great,
Brings his own all-sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.]
6 Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd climb the heav'nly road;
There sits my Saviour dress'd in love
And there my smiling God.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My soul forsakes her vain delight |
Title: | Parting with carnal joys |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |