1 When in the Light of Faith Divine
We look on Things below,
Honour, and Gold, and sensual Joy,
How vain and dang'rous too?

[2 Honour's a Puff of noisy Breath;
Yet Men expose their Blood,
And venture everlasting Death,
To gain that airy Good.

3 Whilst others starve the nobler Mind,
And feed on shining Dust;
They rob the Serpent of his food
T' indulge a sordid Lust.]

4 The Pleasures that allure our Sense
Are dang'rous Snares to Souls;
There's but a Drop of flatt'ring Sweet,
And dash'd with bitter Bowls.

5 God is mine All-sufficient Good,
My Portion and my Choice;
In him my vast Desires are fill'd,
And all my Pow'rs rejoice.

6 In vain the World accosts my Ear,
And tempts my Heart anew;
I cannot buy your Bliss so dear,
Nor part with Heav'n for you.