926. How vain is all beneath the skies!

1 How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient every earthly bliss!
How splender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!

2 The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true
The glory of a passing hour.

3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a land whose confines lie
Beyond the reach of care and pain.

4 Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears:
If God be ours, we're traveling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.

Text Information
First Line: How vain is all beneath the skies!
Author: David E. Ford
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: Death and Resurrection
Tune Information
Name: PROTECTION
Composer: H. Abbott
Meter: L. M.
Key: A♭ Major
Notes: Alternate tunes: #929 or 932.



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