Earthly Treasures Vain

How vain is all beneath the skies! How transient ev' ry earthly bliss! How slender all the fondest ties That bind us to a world like this!

The evening cloud, the morning dew, The with' ring grass, the fading flow' r, Of earthly hopes are emblems true, The glory of a passing hour.

But tho' earth' s fairest blossoms die, And all beneath the skies is vain, There is a brighter age now nigh, Beyond the reach of care and pain.

Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares, and chase our fears: Since God is ours, we' re trav' ling home, Tho' passing thru a vale of tears.