490 ~ How Vain Is All Beneath the Skies!
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How vain is all beneath the skies! How transient every earthly bliss! How slender all the fondest ties That bind us to a world like this!
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The evening cloud, the morning dew, The withering grass, the fading flower, Of earthly hopes are emblems true — The glory of a passing hour.
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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.
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Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares, and chase our fears; If Cod be ours, we're traveling home, Though passing through a vale of tears.