My Soul Forsakes Her Vain Delight

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My soul forsakes her vain delight,
And bids the world farewell,
Base as the dirt beneath thy feet,
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve,
Is not within your power.



Source: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #128

Author: Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and was born in Southampton, July 17, 1674. He is said to have shown remarkable precocity in childhood, beginning the study of Latin, in his fourth year, and writing respectable verses at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he went to London to study in the Academy of the Rev. Thomas Rowe, an Independent minister. In 1698, he became assistant minister of the Independent Church, Berry St., London. In 1702, he became pastor. In 1712, he accepted an invitation to visit Sir Thomas Abney, at his residence of Abney Park, and at Sir Thomas' pressing request, made it his home for the remainder of his life. It was a residence most favourable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary… Go to person page >

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First Line: My soul forsakes her vain delight
Title: My Soul Forsakes Her Vain Delight
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English

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