Text: | How vain is all beneath the skies! |
Author: | David E. Ford |
Tune: | PROTECTION |
Composer: | H. Abbott |
1 How vain is all beneath the skies!
How transient every earthly bliss!
How splender all the fondest ties
That bind us to a world like this!
2 The evening cloud, the morning dew,
The withering grass, the fading flower,
Of earthly hopes are emblems true
The glory of a passing hour.
3 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.
4 Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears:
If God be ours, we're traveling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | How vain is all beneath the skies! |
Author: | David E. Ford |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | Death and Resurrection |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | PROTECTION |
Composer: | H. Abbott |
Meter: | L. M. |
Key: | A♭ Major |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #929 or 932. |