William Billings - Vermont - текст песни (слова)

In vain we lavish out our lives
 To gather empty wind;
 The choicest blessings earth can yield
 Will starve a hungry mind.
 
 Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
 With more substantial meat,
 With such as saints in glory love,
 With such as angels eat.
 
 Our God will every want supply,
 And fill our hearts with peace;
 He gives by cov'nant and by oath
 The riches of his grace.
 
 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
 And wash away our stains
 In the dear fountain that his Son
 Poured from his dying veins.
 
 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
 And deep engrave his law,
 And every motion of our souls
 To swift obedience draw.
 
 Thus will he pour salvation down,
 And we shall render praise;
 We the dear people of his love,
 And he our God of grace.