Earth’s joys are far below it;
No vain delight of sense or sight,
Nor pomps of life bestow it;
Then from these joys I’ll turn away,
And on my God my heart I’ll stay,
His fulness shall o’erflow it.
Thou, Lord, my wealth and fame shalt be,
My pleasure never ceasing;
Then let my soul’s deep thirst for Thee
Be evermore increasing;