A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#520

520. From this world's joys, and senseless mirth

1 From this world's joys and senseless mirth,
O come, my soul! in haste retire;
Assume the grandeur of thy birth,
And to thy native heav'n aspire.

2 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee blest,
Can ev'ry wish and want supply;
Thy joy, thy crown, thy endless rest,
Are all above the lofty sky.

3 Eternal mansions! bright array!
Oh, blest exchange! transporting thought!
Free from th'approaches of decay,
Or the least shadow of a spot.

4 There shall mortality no more
Its wide extended empire boast;
Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r,
In life's unbounded ocean lost.

5 There dwells the sov'reign Lord of all,
The God that all the worlds adore;
With whom is bliss that cannot pall,
And joys that last for evermore.

Text Information

• First Line: From this world's joys, and senseless mirth
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Heaven
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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