Vermont Lyrics

In vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind

Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat
With such as saints in glory love
With such as angels eatOur God will ev’ry want supply
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives by cov’nant and by oath
The riches of his grace
Come, and he’ll cleanse our spotted souls
And wash away our stains
In the dear fountain that his Son
Poured from his dying veinsOur guilt shall vanish all away
Though black as hell before;
Our sins shall sink beneath the sea
And shall bе found no moreAnd, lest pollution should o’ersprеad
Our inward pow’rs again
His Spirit shall bedew our souls
Like purifying rainOur heart, that flinty stubborn thing
That terrors cannot move
That fears no threat’nings of his wrath
Shall be dissolv’d by loveOr he can take the flint away
That would not be refin’d;
And from the treasures of his grace
Bestow a softer mindThere shall his sacred Spirit dwell
And deep engrave his law
And ev’ry motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw
Thus will he pour salvation down
And we shall render praise:
We the dear people of his love
And he our God of grace