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Hymn #320: From All That'S Mortal, All That'S Vain

Hymn #319 Hymn #321

Reliance and Devotion

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320 (C.M.) Joseph Thomas

From all that's mortal, all that's vain

And from this earthly clod,

Arise my soul, and strive to gain

Sweet fellowship with God.

Say, what is there beneath the skies,

In all the paths thou'st trod,

Can suit thy wishes or thy joys,

Like fellowship with God?

Not life, nor all the toys of art,

Nor pleasure's flow'ry road,

Can to my soul such bliss impart,

As fellowship with God.

When I am made in love to bear,

Affliction's needful rod,

Light, sweet, and kind the strokes appear,

Through fellowship with God.

And when the icy hand of death

Shall chill my flowing blood,

With joy I'll yield my latest breath

In fellowship with God.

When I, at last, to heav'n ascend,

And gain my blest abode,

There an eternity I'll spend

In fellowship with God.

Hymn #319 Hymn #321