Since man, by sin, has lost his God, He seeks creation through, And vainly strives for solid bliss, In trying something new. The new, possessed, like fading flow'rs, Soon loses its gay hue; The bubble now no longer stays, The soul wants something new. Now, could we call all Europe ours, With India and Peru, The mind would feel an aching void, And still want something new. Come, sinners then and seek the joys Which Christ bids you pursue; And keep the glorious theme in view, In Christ seek something new.