Hold Fast True Riches

[89 words]

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!

Martha S. Nicholson
1886-1957