1064    C.M.     Isaac Watts
“Set your affection on things above.” Col. 3. 2

1 How vain are all things here below;
  How false, and yet how fair!
  Each pleasure has its poison too,
  And every sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
  Give but a flattering light;
  We should suspect some danger nigh,
  When we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys, and dearest friends,
  The partners of our blood,
  How they divide our wavering minds,
  And leave but half for God!

4 The fondness of a creature’s love,
  How strong it strikes the sense!
  Thither the warm affections move,
  Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
  My soul’s eternal food;
  And grace command my heart away
  From all created good.