Shall men pretend to pleasure,
Who never knew the Lord?
Can all the worldling’s treasure
True peace of mind afford?
They shall obtain this jewel
In what their hearts desire,
When they, by adding fuel,
Can quench the flame of fire.

Till you can bid the ocean,
When furious tempests roar,
Forget its wonted motion,
And rage and swell no more;
In vain your expectation
To find content in sin;
Or freedom from vexation
While passions reign within.

You must be brought to Jesus,
If you would good possess;
’Tis He alone that frees us
From guilt and from distress.
When He by faith is present,
The sinner’s troubles cease;
His ways are truly pleasant,
And all His paths are peace.

While time in sin is wasted,
You feed upon the wind;
Until His love is tasted,
No comfort can you find:
Soon may you stand to witness
His power and grace to you,
May you perceive His fitness,
And call upon Him, too.