Verse 1
When in the light of faith divine
We look on things below,
Honour, and gold, and sensual joy,
How vain and dangerous too!
Verse 2
[Honour’s a puff of noisy breath;
Yet men expose their blood,
And venture everlasting death
To gain that airy good.
Verse 3
Whilst others starve the nobler mind,
And feed on shining dust,
They rob the serpent of his food
T’ indulge a sordid lust.]
Verse 4
The pleasures that allure our sense
Are dangerous snares to souls;
There’s but a drop of flattering sweet,
And dash’d with bitter bowls.
Verse 5
God is mine all-sufficient good,
My portion and my choice;
In him my vast desires are fill’d,
And all my powers rejoice.
Verse 6
In vain the world accosts my ear,
And tempts my heart anew;
I cannot buy your bliss so dear,
Nor part with heaven for you.
Isaac Watts, “When in the Light of Faith Divine”