Love Not the World.
Love not the world, trust not its joys; uncertain is their stay;
Its treasures I’ve so highly prized, on wings have flown away.
Its riches I would not recall, their loss would not deplore;
Content I’ll be if but my Lord salvation’s joys restore.
Nature inclines us all to seek, a rich and grand career;
Undue attachment will but make our losses more severe.
Hardly we know how much we love our friends and things below,
Till called to see them one by one from our possession go.
How often then the stricken heart deplores no comfort left,