What empty things can mortals trust!
What vanities they make their boast!
He boasts aright, whose boast must be
In Calvary’s sin-atoning tree.
When earth, and all its works decay,
And elements shall melt away,
This ground of trust shall never flee,
Rich Calvary’s sin-atoning tree.
When earthly riches fade away
As tapers in the blaze of day,
The Christless rich shall wretched be;
Then rich the boast in Calvary’s tree.