|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
My soul forsakes her vain delight
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath the 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 powír.
My Soul forsakes her vain Delight,, Stanzas 1 & 2
Thereís nothing íround this spacious earth
That suits my soulís desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.
Oh, for the pinions of a dove
To mount the heavínly road;
There shall I share my Saviorís love,
There shall I dwell with God.
My Soul forsakes her vain Delight,, Stanzas 3 & 6