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p. 71 Leander

Tune: Tennessee Harmony, 1818

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

My soul forsakes her vain delight
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath the feet
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow’r.

There’s nothing ’round this spacious earth
That suits my soul’s desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.
Oh, for the pinions of a dove
To mount the heav’nly road;
There shall I share my Savior’s love,
There shall I dwell with God.