Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. Colossians 3:2
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Sacred Songs, 1707–09, Volume 2, number 11.
Parting with carnal joys.
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I send the joys of earth away,
Away, ye tempters of the mind;
False as the smooth, deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
Your streams were floating me along
Down the gulf of dark despair;
And whilst I listened to your song,
Your streams had e’en conveyed me there.
Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace,
That warned me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treacherous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.
Now to the shining realms above
I stretch my hands and glance my eyes;
O for the pinions of a dove,
To bear me to the upper skies!
There from the bosom of my God
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.