1. 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.

2. 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.

3. Not life, nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flowery road;
Can to my soul such bliss impart,
As fellowship with God.

4. Not health, nor friendship here below,
Nor wealth that golden load;
Can such delight or comfort show,
As fellowship with God.

5. When I am made in love to bear,
Affliction's needful rod;
Light, sweet and kind the strokes appear,
Through fellowship with God.

6. In fierce temptation's fiery blast,
Or dark desertion's road;
I'm happy if I can but taste,
Some fellowship with God.