1 Our joy is a created good;
How soon it fades away!
Fades, at the morning hour bestowed,
Before the noon of day.
2 Joy, by its violent excess,
To certain ruin tends,
And all our rapturous happiness
In hasty sorrow ends.
3 In vain doth earthly bliss afford
A momentary shade;
It rises like the prophet’s gourd,
And withers o’er my head.
4 But of my Savior’s love possessed,
No more for earth I pine;
Secure of everlasting rest
Beneath the heavenly vine.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11014
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11014||Our Joy Is A Created Good||Our joy is a created good||AUBREY||Charles Wesley, 1707-1788||CM|