1. Vain are all terrestrial pleasures,
Mixed with dross the purest gold:
Seek 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 joys no longer please us;
Here would we 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.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7055
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|The Cyber Hymnal #7055||Vain Are All Terrestrial Pleasures||Vain are all terrestrial pleasures||ELLESDIE||David E. Ford||87.87 D||<cite>Hymns Chiefly on the Parables of Christ</cite>, 1828, number 32|