Hymn CXXVIII. Common Metre

In vain the erring world inquires For true substantial good; Whilst earth confines their low desires, They live on airy food.

Illusive dreams of happiness Their eager tho'ts employ; They wake, convinc'd their boasted bliss Was visionary joy.

Not all the good which earth bestows, Can fill the craving mind; Its highest joys have mingled woes, And leave a sting behind.

Be gone, ye gilded vanities! I seek some solid good; To real bliss my wishes rise, The favour of my God.

To thee, my God, my soul aspires, Dispel these shades of night, Enlarge and fill these vast desires, With infinite delight.

Immortal joy thy smiles impart, Heaven dawns in every ray; One glimpse of thee will glad my heart And turn my night to day.