Farewell , th' Appartment of my Tears,
I'll bid you now adieu;
As I another home have got,
I've no more need of you.

Say, can you find another place,
Where Troubles will not come?
No, that is what I ne'er expect,
'Till Heaven is my Home.

For Happiness is such a Plant,
So rarely to be found;
Uninterrupted it ne'er grows
But on celestial Ground.

But Happiness is in that love
I to my Saviour bare;
In Heaven I shall have large draughts
Of what I sip whilst here.