[Music]
Since man by sin has lost his God,
He seeks creation through;
And vainly strives for solid bliss
In trying something new.
In trying something new,
And vainly strives for solid bliss
In trying something new.
The new, possessed like fading flowers,
Soon loses its gay hue;
The bubble now no longer stays,
The soul wants something new.
And could we call all Europe ours,
With India and Peru,
The mind would feel an aching void
And still want something new.
But when we feel a Savior's love,
All good in him we view;
The soul forsakes its vain delights--
In Christ finds all things new.
Also found, SOC 250, GOS 365, SOH 254. A negro adoption and adaptation
is cited in _White Spirituals_, 249.
No. 229
VICTORIA or ONE MORE RIVER TO CROSS, OSH 290