“Set your affection on things above.” Col. 3. 2
I. Watts C.M.
1
How vain are all things here below;
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure has its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.
2
The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh,
When we possess delight.
3
Our dearest joys, and dearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!
4
The fondness of a creature’s love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.
5
Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul’s eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good.
