1 Lord, shall we part with gold for dross,
With solid good for show?
Out live our bliss and mourn our loss
In everlasting woe?
2 Let us not lose the living God,
For one short dream of joy:
With fond embrace cling to a clod,
And fling all heav'n away.
3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear,
We all thy charms defy;
And rate our precious souls to dear
For all thy wealth to buy.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Lord, shall we part with gold for dross |
| Title: | The whole world no compensation for the loss of one soul |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1799 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Soul: More valuable than the world |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |