Creatures are but vain at best;

Creatures are but vain at best;
In them is no solid rest.
All the world calls good or great
Cannot perfect bliss create.

Souls renewed by grace divine,
Carnal pleasures will resign;
Holiness, without a stain,
They are thirsting to obtain.

Satisfied! not they indeed,
Till with Christ, their living Head,
They in heavenly bliss appear,
And his likeness fully bear.

Heart and flesh may fail, 'tis true;
Sin and Satan plague them too!
Hell and earth their powers unite,
Christ to banish from their sight;

For a season they may be
Left at an uncertainty,
Overwhelmed with fear and doubt,
Scarcely know what they're about;

Yet they feel a panting mind
For a God supremely kind;
Satisfied they cannot be,
But as they his beauty see.