How Vain Are All Things Here Below!

Verse 1

How vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

Verse 2

The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh
Where we possess delight.

Verse 3

Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!

Verse 4

The fondness of a creature’s love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

Verse 5

Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My soul’s eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good.