1 What vain desires, and passions vain, Attend this mortal clay! Oft have they pierc'd my soul with pain, And drawn my heart astray.
2 How have I wander'd from my God, And following sin and shame In this vile world of flesh and blood Defil'd my nobler frame!
3 For ever blessed be thy grace That form'd my soul anew, And made it of an heaven-born race, Thy glory to pursue.
4 My spirit holds perpetual war, And wrestles and complains; But views the happy moment near That shall dissolve its chains.
5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes, To part with every lust; And charge my flesh whene'er it rise To leave them in the dust.
6 My purer spirit shall not fear To put this body on: Its tempting powers no more are there, Its lusts and passions gone.