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Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CXV (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How vain are all things here below,
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And ev'ry sweet a snare.
2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;
We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.
3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God!
4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense;
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call 'em thence.
5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good. Topics: Petition Languages: English
How vain are all things here below