Hold Fast True Riches

By Martha S. Nicholson

Let me hold lightly things of this earth;
Transient treasures, what are they worth?
Moths can corrupt them, rust can decay;
All their bright beauty fades in a day.
Let me hold lightly temporal things --
I, who am deathless, I, who wear wings!

Let me hold fast, Lord, things of the skies;
Quicken my vision, open my eyes!
Show me Thy riches, glory and grace,
Boundless as time is, endless as space...
Let me hold lightly things that are mine --
Lord, Thou dost give me all that is Thine!