And, like a baseless vision,
Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
Its gems and crowns are vain and poor;
There’s nothing rich but heaven.
2 Empires decay, and nations die,
Our hopes to winds, are given;
The vernal blooms in ruin lie,
Death reigns o’er all beneath the sky;
There’s nothing sure but heaven.
3 Creation’s mighty fabric all