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Our life is a vapor.
James 4:14.
260 How vain is all beneath the skies! How transient every earthly bliss! How slender all the fondest ties That bind us to a world like this! | 2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, The withering grass, the fading flower, Of earthly hopes are emblems true, The glory of a passing hour. | 3 But though earth’s fairest blossoms die, And all beneath the skies is vain, There is a brighter world on high, Beyond the reach of care and pain. | 4 Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares and chase our fears; If God be ours, we’re traveling home, Though passing through a vale of tears. | |