Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1853
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: How vain are all things here below
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Hymn Number: Song 375
Page Number: 433, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHOW vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair;
Each pleasure has its poison too,
And ev'ry sweet a snare.
The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;
We should suspect some danger nigh
Where we possess delight.
Our dearest joys and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God.
The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.
Blest Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good.