1 In vain the giddy world inquires,
Forgetful of their God,
"Who will supply our vast desire,
"Or shew us any good?"
2 Thro' the wide circuit of the earth
Their eager wishes rove,
In chace of honor, wealth, and mirth,
The phantoms of their love.
3 But oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit;
Or if they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.
4 Lord, from this world call off my love,
Set my affections right:
Bid me aspire to joys above,
And walk no more by sight.
5 O let the glories of thy face
Upon my bosom shine:
Assur'd of thy forgiving grace,
My joys will be divine.
Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CCXLVIII