Since man by sin has lost his God,
He seeks creation through;
And vainly strives for solid bliss,
In trying something new.

The new possess’d like fading flow’rs,
Soon loses its gay hue:
The bubble now no longer stays,
The soul wants something new.

The joy the dear Redeemer gives,
Will bear a strict review
Nor need we ever change again
For Christ is always new.

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