XCIV | Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians#XCV | XCVI |
1 Farewell vain world, I bid adieu,
Your glories I despise;
Your friendship I no more pursue,
Your flatt'ries are but lies.
3 You promise happiness in vain,
Nor can you satisfy;
Your highest pleasures turn to pain,
And all your treasures die.
3 Had I the Indies, East and West,
And riches of the sea;
Without my God I could not rest,
For he is all to me.
4 Then let my soul rise far above;
By faith I'll take my wing,
To the eternal realms of love,
Where saints and angels sing
5 There's love and joy that will not waste;
There's treasures that endure;
There's pleasure that will always last,
When time shall be no more.
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First Line: | Farewell vain world, I bid adieu |
Title: | Farewell to all but Christ |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1802 |