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 overweigh'd
With mountains of vexatious care;
And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare?
4 Begone, for ever, mortal things!
Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell
Angels aspire of lofty wings,
And leave the globe for ants to dwell.
5 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.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #93
First Line: | Dead be my heart to all below |
Title: | The Farewell |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |