Text: | Fellowship with GOD |
Author: | Medley |
1 From all that's mortal, all that's vain,
And from this earthly clod,
Arise, my soul, and strive to gain
Sweet fellowship with God.
2 Say, what is there beneath the skies,
In all the paths thou'st trod,
Can suit thy wishes or thy joys,
Like fellowship with God?
3 Not life nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flow'ry road;
Can to my soul such bliss impart,
As fellowship with God.
4 When I am made in love to bear
Affliction's needful rod,
Light, sweet, and kind the strokes appear,
Thro' fellowship with God.
5 In fierce temptation's fiery blasts,
Or dark desertion's road,
I'm happy if I can but taste,
Some fellowship with God.
7 So when the icy hand of death
Shall chill my flowing blood,
With joy I'll yield my latest breath,
In fellowship with God.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From all that's mortal, all that's vain |
Title: | Fellowship with GOD |
Author: | Medley |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | The Christian Life |