A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#263

263. Forsake, my soul! the tents of sin

1 Forsake, my soul! the tents of sin:
How false her joys appear!
Noise and confusion dwell within;
Peace is a stranger there.

2 The men, who keep the laws of God,
His choicest blessings share;
Or, if he lifts his chast'ning rod,
'Tis with a Father's care.

3 His mighty pow'r shall guard the just;
His wisdom point their way;
His eye shall watch their sleeping dust;
His hand revive their clay.

4 Begin, ye saints, the joyful task;
His praise employ your tongue;
And soon eternity will ask
A more exalted song.

Text Information

• First Line: Forsake, my soul! the tents of sin
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: The Joy and Happiness of True Christians

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