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HYMN 10

409

C. M.

Parting with carnal joys.

My soul forsakes her vain delight,

And bids the world farewell,

Base as the dirt beneath my feet,

And mischievous as hell.

No longer will I ask your love,

Nor seek your friendship more;

The happiness that I approve

Lies not within your power.

There's nothing round this spacious earth

That suits my large desire

To boundless joy and solid mirth

My nobler thoughts aspire.

[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.]

Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd climb the heav'nly road;

There sits my Savior dressed in love,

And there my smiling God.

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