Human Frailty

This world is all a fleeting show,For man's probation given;The smiles of joy, the tears of wo,Deceitful shine, deceitful flow;There's nothing true as heaven.

Poor wanderers of a stormy day,From wave to wave we'er driven;And fancy's flash, and reason's rayServe but to light us on the way;There's nothing bright as heaven.

And where's the hand held out to cheerThe heart with anguish riven?For sorrow's sigh, and trouble's tear,Have never found a refuge here;There's nothing kind as heaven.

In vain do mortals sigh for bliss,Without their sins forgiven:True pleasure, everlasting peace,Are only found in God's free grace;There's nothing good as heaven.

From those who walk in wisdom's way,Corroding fears are driven;They're wash'd in Christ's atoning blood,Enjoy communion with their God,And find their way to heaven.