Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: This world is poor from shore to shore
Topic: The New Life/Temptations and Conflicts
Writer: <no first name given> Nelson
Composer:
Meter: CM peculiar
Tune:
Hymn Number: 874
Page Number: 515, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThis world is poor from shore to shore,
And, like a baseless vision,
Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;
There's nothing rich but heaven.
Empires decay, and nations die,
Our hopes to winds are given;
The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o'er all beneath the sky;
There's nothing sure but heaven.
Creation's mighty fabric all
Shall be to atoms riven--
The skies consume, the planets fall,
Convulsions rock this earthly ball;
There's nothing firm but heaven.
A stranger, lonely here I roam,
From place to place am driven;
My friends are gone, and I'm in gloom,
This earth is all a dismal tomb;
I have no home but heaven.
The clouds disperse--the light appears,
My sins are all forgiven;
Triumphant grace has quelled my fears;
Roll on, thou sun! fly swift, my years!
I'm on my way to heaven.