238. Love Not the World: Its Smiles, Its Hopes
8.4.8.4.D.
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Love not the world: its smiles, its hopes
But cup of joy, and dream of bliss,
Those dreams will fade, as mist in morn;
And in that cup of seeming joy,
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Love not the world: it, with its lusts,
Its pleasures sweet, its hopes so bright,
Its glories, too, must have an end,
And all its empty bubbles burst;
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But he who does the will of God,
And drink the streams of heaven’s delights,
He’ll weep no more on that blest shore;
For joys well up, and fill his cup —
There’s naught but bliss.
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Dear fellow-pilgrim in the path,
There waits above, a home of love,
And pleasures bright in courts of light
A heart at rest, supremely blest,