| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
My soul forsakes her vain delight, And bids the world farewell, Based as the dirt beneath thy feet, And mischievous as hell. No longer will I ask your love, Nor seek your friendship more; The happiness that I approve, Is not within your pow'r. |
My Soul forsakes her vain Delight,, Stanza 1 & 2 |
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| 2 |
Where pleasure rolls its living flood, From sin and dross refined, Still springing from the throne of God, And fit to cheer the mind; Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, The glorious and the great, Brings his own all-sufficience there, To make our bliss complete. |
My Soul forsakes her vain Delight,, Stanza 4 & 5 |
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| 3 |
There's nothing round this spacious earth That suits my soul's desire; To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire. O, for the pinions of a dove To mount the heav'nly road; There shall I share my Savior's love, There shall I dwell with God. |
My Soul forsakes her vain Delight,, Stanza 3 & 6 |