From Every Earthly Pleasure

From ev­ery earth­ly plea­sure

From ev­ery tran­si­ent joy

From ev­ery mor­tal trea­sure

That soon will fade and die:

No long­er these de­sir­ing

Upward our wish­es tend

No nob­ler bliss as­pir­ing

And joys that nev­er end.

From ev­ery pierc­ing sor­row

That heaves our breast to­day

Or threat­ens us to­mor­row—

Hope turns our eyes away;

On wings of faith as­cend­ing

We see the land of light;

And feel our sor­rows end­ing

In in­fi­nite de­light.

’Tis true we are but strang­ers

And so­journ­ers here be­low;

And count­less snares and dan­gers

Surround the path we go;

Though pain­ful and dis­tress­ing

There is a rest ab­ove

And on­ward we are press­ing

To reach that land of love.