Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
First Line: The faithless world promiscuous flow
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s and 7s
Tune: There's Nothing True But Heaven
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 228, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThe faithless would promiscuous flow,
Enrapt in fancy's vision;
Allured by sense, beguiled by show,
And empty dreams, and scarcely know
There is a brighter heav'n.
Fine gold will change, and diamonds fade,
Swift wings to wealth are given;
All varying time our forms invades,
The seasons roll, life sinks in shade,
There's nothing lasts but heav'n.
Empires decay and nations die,
Our hopes to winds are driven;
The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o'er earth, and air, and sky,
There's nothing lives but heav'n.
Creation's mighty fabric all
Will be to atoms riven;
The sky consume, the planets fall
Convulsions wreck this earthly ball:
There's nothing firm but heaven.
This world is poor, from shore to shore,
And like a baseless vision,
Their lofty domes, and brilliant ore,
Their gems and crowns are vain and poor
There's nothing rich but heaven.
Adieu to all below - adieu;
Let life's dull chain be riven;
The charms of Christ have caught my view
To worlds of light I will pursue,
To live with him in heaven.