Come, souls that are long­ing for plea­sure,
Our Sav­ior has plea­sures to give;
Come find in His love the rare trea­sure
That makes ev­ery true plea­sure live.

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Come now, saith the Lord, let us rea­son,
Come now and your pur­pose de­clare;
Is it plea­sures of sin for a sea­son,
Or plea­sures the glo­ri­fied share?

The plea­sures of sin are de­ceiv­ing,
They’ve no­thing for yes­ter­day’s pain,
But hope of to­mor­row re­ceiv­ing,
And then, it’s to­mor­row again.

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The plea­sures of sin are all fleet­ing,
They van­ish with life’s pass­ing morn;
Like dew­drops the morn­ing sun greet­ing,
They glist­en, and then they are gone.

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Then all who are long­ing for plea­sure,
Ye wea­ry, and all who are worn;
Come find in the Lord a sure trea­sure,
That from you shall ne­ver be torn.

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Of Je­sus, thy choice now be mak­ing,
Redeemer, and Sav­ior, and Lord;
And soon in the glo­ry awak­ing,
You’ll share in the saint’s blest re­ward.

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