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.
In fierce temptation's fiery blasts,
Or dark desertion's road,
I'm happy if I can but taste
Some 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.
3 comments:
I especially like his verse:
"And when the icy hand of death
Shall chill my flowing blood,
With joy I'll yield my latest breath
In fellowship with God."
Well, i am mowing the yard today, and need some good song to be stuck in my mind. Now you have gone and done it! :)
Thanks brother.
Glad that y'all liked it so well. A dear Brother in Texas taught that song to me several years ago. It is in the old Goble hymnal, and possibly in others, I'm not sure.
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