I send the joys of earth away; Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind. Your streams were floating me along Down the gulf of dark despair; And while I listened to your song, Your streams had e???en conveyed me there. Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace, That warned me of that dark abyss, That drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands and glance my eyes; O for the pinions of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies.