Lord, shall we part with gold for dross

Verse 1

Lord, shall we part with gold for dross, With solid good for show? Out live our bliss and mourn our loss In everlasting woe?

Verse 2

Let us not lose the living God, For one short dream of joy: With fond embrace cling to a clod, And fling all heav'n away.

Verse 3

Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, We all thy charms defy; And rate our precious souls to dear For all thy wealth to buy.