The splendour that the world doth prize
Is vain and worthless in mine eyes.
If earth with all its gifts would dow'r,
And give me honour, fame, and pow'r,
And did I not enjoy Thy light,
Then were I nought, 'twere deepest night.
What use, though much we've learnèd here,
If first we do not learn Thy fear,
And ne'er to serve Thee right attain?
It is more loss to us than gain.