Text: | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures |
Author: | David E. Ford |
Tune: | AUTUMN |
1 Vain are all terrestrial pleasures,
Mixed with dross the purest gold;
See we then for heavenly treasures
Treasures never waxing old.
Let our best affections center
On the things around the throne:
There no thief can ever enter;
Moth and rust are there unknown.
2 Earthly joy no longer please us;
Here we would renounce them all;
Seek our only rest in Jesus
Him our Lord and Master call.
Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above;
Bids us look for his appearing,
Bids us triumph in his love.
3 May our light be always burning,
And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning
Longing for the welcome sound.
Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never need we be afraid,
Should he come at night or morning,
Early dawn or evening shade.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures |
Author: | David E. Ford |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | The Christian: Hymns for Social Worship |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | AUTUMN |
Meter: | 8s & 7s, D |
Key: | A♭ Major |
Source: | Spanish, from Marechio |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Alternate tunes: #499 or 844. |