1 Farewel, vain World, from thee I cease,
Having survey'd thee round;
Thy Honour, Wealth, thy Joy and Peace,
I've now a Bubble found.

2 Thou hast disosn'd and ahted me,
Whilst I to please thee strove;
Now I disown and flee from thee,
And from thy hated Love.

3 To my thy Rage, and cruel Hate,
In infant Years began;
Nor did it in the least abate,
When I grew up to Man.

4 Thro' Disappointments all my Days,
I've been by thee opprest:
Yea, curs'd and cross'd in all the Ways,
Where other Men were blest.

5 The Good I sought, was still deny'd
By thee, vain World, with Scorn,
Until my Soul, in Anguish cry'd,
O Lord, why was I born?

6 Then, lifting up my weeping Eye,
I saw my Saviour stand,
Array'd in glorious Majesty,
The Balance in his Hand.

7 This World, and all its Glories high,
He weigh'd with prudent Care,
Against the lightest Vanity,
And found it lighter far.

8 His Love-Designs he made me know:
Then that fictitious Dream,
This World, with all the painted Show,
Flew up and kick'd the Beam.

9 Now art thy crucify'd to me;
Yet I've sustain'd no Loss:
And I am crucify'd to thee,
Thanks to my Saviour's Cross!

10 No more deluded by thy Smiles,
Nor crush'd beneath thy Frown;
My Jesus blasts thy Cobweb Wiles,
And gives the glorious Crown.