Text: | Creatures are but vain at best |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
1 Creatures are but vain at best;
In them is no solid rest.
All the world calls good or great
Cannot perfect bliss create.
2 Souls renewed by grace divine,
Carnal pleasures will resign;
Holiness, without a stain,
They are thirsting to obtain.
3 Satisfied! not they indeed,
Till with Christ, their living Head,
They in heavenly bliss appear,
And his likeness fully bear.
4 [Heart and flesh may fail, ’tis true;
Sin and Satan plague them too!
Hell and earth their powers unite,
Christ to banish from their sight;
5 For a season they may be
Left at an uncertainty,
Overwhelmed with fear and doubt,
Scarcely know what they’re about;
6 Yet they feel a panting mind
For a God supremely kind;
Satisfied they cannot be,
But as they his beauty see.]
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First Line: | Creatures are but vain at best |
Author: | W. Gadsby |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
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Topic: | Tribulation and Inconstancy of Mind |