How vain are all things here below
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How vain are all things here below!How false, and yet how fair!Each pleasure hath its poison too,And every sweet a snare.
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The brightest things below the skyGive but a flattering light;We should suspect some danger nighWhere we possess delight.
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Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,The partners of our blood,—How they divide our wavering minds,And leave but half for God!
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My Saviour, let thy beauties beMy soul's eternal food;And grace command my heart awayFrom all created good.