10s. Dactylic

Why should we covet the joy of a day,
Things that will fade in a moment away?
Toiling for wealth and its honours to gain,
Why are we living for trifles so vain?

We have no promise that fame will endure;
Splendour will never our pardon secure;
Gold cannot brighten the gloom of the grave;
Only the merits of Jesus can save.

Blessed are they who are lowly in heart;
They who like Mary, have chosen their part:
Learning of Jesus, their Master above,
Lessons of patience, of meekness, of love.

Trust not the world in its beauty arrayed,
Though at our feet all its treasures be laid;
What would it profit its wealth to control?
What can we give in exchange for the soul?