My heart is fix'd, the firm decree
Is ratify'd within my breast.
I vow my soul, O Lord, to thee,
In thee alone I seek my rest.

Adieu, ye vain desires, adieu;
Ye lusts of every name, farewell:
I bar all fellowship with you,
I mean no more to live for hell.

In dissipation's magic ground,
In busy scenes of toil and care,
What pleasures or what gains are found,
Which may with thine, O Lord, compare?

Pleasures which yield no peace, I leave;
Wealth but a spoil for death, I spurn:
Hopes I embrace which ne'er deceive,
For wealth which never dies, I burn.

To faith's heroic war I rise,
Nor dread my strong and wily foes;
Safe in the arms thy word supplies,
Led by the wisdom it bestows.

My heart is fix'd, the firm decree
Is ratify'd within my breast.
I vow my soul, O Lord, to thee,
In thee alone. I seek my rest.