1 My soul forsakes her vain delight, And bids the world farewell Base as the dirt beneath my feet, And mischievous as hell.
2 No longer will I ask your love, Nor seek your friendship more; The happiness that I approve Lies not within your power.
3 There's nothing round this spacious earth That suits my large desire; To boundless joy and solid mirth My nobler thoughts aspire.
4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood, From sin and dross refin'd, Still springing from the throne of God, And fit to cheer the mind.
5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the sphere, The glorious and the great, Brings his own all-sufficience there, To make our bliss complete.]
6 Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd climb the heavenly road; There sits my Saviour dress'd in love, And there my smiling God.