When in the light of faith divine <br />We look on things below, <br />Honor, and gold, and <br />sensual <br />joy, <br />How vain and dang'rous too. <br /> <br /> <br />The pleasures that allure our sense, <br />Are dang'rous snares to souls! <br />There's but a drop of flattering sweet, <br />And dash'd with bitter bowls. <br /> <br /> <br />And shall the followers of the Lord, <br />Still drink the drunkard's cup; <br />Find in its frenzy their reward, <br />And life and hope give up. <br /> <br /> <br />God is my all sufficient good, <br />My portion, and my choice; <br />In him my vast desires are fill'd, <br />And all my powers rejoice. <br /> <br /> <br />In vain the world accosts my ear, <br />And tempts my heart anew; <br />I cannot buy your bliss so dear, <br />Nor part with heaven for you.<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/danger-of-sensual-pleasures/
