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1 From this world's joys and senseless mirth,
O come, my soul! in haste retire;
Assume the grandeur of thy birth,
And to thy native heav'n aspire.
2 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee bless'd,
Can ev'ry wish and want supply;
Thy joy, thy crown, thy endless rest,
Are all above the lofty sky.
3 Eternal mansions! bright array!
O blest exchange! transporting thought!
Free from th'approaches of decay,
Or the least shadow of a spot.
4 There shall mortality no more
Its wide extended empire boast;
Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r,
In life's unbounded ocean lost.
5 There dwells the sovereign Lord of all,
The God that all the worlds adore;
With whom is bliss that cannot pall,
And joys that last forever more.
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First Line: | From this world's joys and senseless mirth |
Title: | Heaven alone can satisfy the Soul |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Consummation of Things: Judgment and Eternity |