Let me hold lightly things of the earth;
Transient treasures, what are they worth?
Moths can corrupt them, rust can decay;
All that 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!—M. S. Nicholson
(2 Cor. 4. 18)