World, howe’er thy gauds may glisten,
Ne’er I’ll turn on thee to gaze.
Toys my heart away have carried,
Here and there I oft have tarried,
Now my purpose shall not swerve;
All my life to God I’ll tender,
To his will mine own surrender,
Day and night his statutes serve.
Lord, to Thee I yield sincerely
All that here I prize most dearly,