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In vain the thoughtless world enquires,
Forgetful of their God,
“Who shall supply all our desires
“Or show us any good?”
Through the wise compass of the earth
Their restless wishes rove,
In search of honour, wealth, and mirth,
The idols of their love.
But oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit;
Or, if they seize the fancied good,
There’s poison in the fruit.
From this vain world, Lord, wean our love
Set our affections right;
May we by faith seek joys above,
And walk no more by sight.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 4:6;
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