O what madness, O what folly,
That my thoughts should go astray,
After toys and empty pleasures,
Pleasures only for a day;
This vain world with all its treasures,
Very soon will be no more,
There’s no object worth admiring,
But the God whom I adore.
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I look beyond the distant hills,
My Saviour dear to see;
O come, Beloved, ere the dusk,
My sun doth set on me.
Methinks that were my feet released
From these afflicting chains,
I would but sing of Calvary,
Nor think of all my pains.
I long for thy divine abode,
Where sinless myriads dwell,
Who ceaseless sing thy boundless love,
And all thy glories tell.
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My soul’s delight I will proclaim,
O! Jesus ’tis thy face;
Each letter of thy holy name,
Is full of life and grace.
Beneath thy wing, thou Saviour meek,
I would for ever be;
No other pleasure vainly seek,
My God, than loving thee.
Thy strength alone supports each day
My footsteps, lest I fall;
And thy salvation is my stay,
My joy, my song, my all.