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==General information== | ==General information== | ||
This is an hymn by [[Isaac Watts]], his Hymn 146 of Book 2, published 1709, entitled ''The vanity of creatures, or, No rest on earth'', with four stanzas. | |||
==Settings by composers== | ==Settings by composers== | ||
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==Text and translations== | ==Text and translations== | ||
{{Text| | {{Text|English| | ||
Man has a soul of vast desires, | |||
He burns within with restless fires; | |||
Tossed to and fro, his passions fly | |||
From vanity to vanity. | |||
In vain on earth we hope to find | |||
Some solid good to fill the mind; | |||
We try new pleasures, but we feel | |||
The inward thirst and torment still. | |||
}} | |||
So when a raging fever burns, | |||
We shift from side to side by turns, | |||
And 'tis a poor relief we gain, | |||
To change the place, but keep the pain. | |||
Great God, subdue this vicious thirst, | |||
This love to vanity and dust; | |||
Cure the vile fever of the mind, | |||
And feed our souls with joys refined.}} | |||
==External links == | ==External links == |
Revision as of 04:04, 12 January 2016
General information
This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 146 of Book 2, published 1709, entitled The vanity of creatures, or, No rest on earth, with four stanzas.
Settings by composers
- William Billings — Scituate English SATB
- Jacob French — Coventry English SATB
- Susanna Heath — Moriston English SATB
- Oliver Holden — Seclusion English STB
Text and translations
English text
Man has a soul of vast desires,
He burns within with restless fires;
Tossed to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.
In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind;
We try new pleasures, but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns,
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,
To change the place, but keep the pain.
Great God, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refined.
External links
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