CH1941, Hymn #490

Verse 1
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!

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 4
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.