1 Dead be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark mine eyes, and deaf my ears.
2 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize;
Their paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine, but to despise.
3 All earthly joy are over weighed
With mountains of vexatious care:
And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare?
4 Come heaven, and fill my vast desires,
My soul pursues the sovereign good:
She was all made of heavenly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10916||Dead Be My Heart To All Below||Dead be my heart to all below||ELVEN||Isaac Watts, 1674-1748||LM|