Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

831 (L.M.)

From low pursuits exalt my mind,

From every vice of ev'ry kind,

Nor let my conduct ever tend

To wound the feelings of a friend.

Through golden flow'rs my path may trace,

And joys salute me as I pass,

Yet may my gen'rous bosom know

And learn to feel another's woe.