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Hymn #253: I Send The Joys Of Earth Away

Hymn #252 Hymn #254

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253 (L.M.) Isaac Watts

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 waves were floating me along

Down to the gulf of black despair;

And while 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 treach'rous seas,

And bade me seek superior bliss.

Now to the shining realms above

I stretch my hands and glance my eyes;

Oh, for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

There, from the bosom of my God,

Oceans of endless pleasures roll;

There would I fix my last abode

And drown the sorrows of my soul.

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