Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
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 pow'r. |
My Soul forsakes her vain Delight,, Stanzas 1 & 2 |
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2 |
There's nothing 'round this spacious earth That suits my soul's desire; To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire. Oh, 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,, Stanzas 3 & 6 |