Dried Flower Arrangement with Vain are all terrestrial pleasures and Sometimes a light surprises

  Vain are all terrestrial pleasures,
  Mixed with dross the purest gold;
Seek we, then, for heavenly treasures,
  Treasures never waxing old.
Let our best affections center
  On the things around the throne:
There no thief can ever enter;
  Moth and rust are there unknown.

  Earthly joys no longer please us;
  Here would we renounce them all.
Seek our only rest in Jesus,
  Him our Lord and Master call.
Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
  Points to brighter worlds above,
Bids us look for his appearing;
  Bids us triumph in his love.

 May our light be always burning,
  And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord’s returning,
  Longing for the welcome sound.
Thus the Christian life adorning,
  Never need we be afraid,
Should he come at night or morning,
  Early dawn, or evening shade.
                   David E. Ford

  Sometimes a light surprises
  The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord, who rises
  With healing on his wings;
When comforts are declining,
  He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
  To cheer it after rain.

  In holy contemplation,
  We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God’s salvation,
  And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
  We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to-morrow
  Bring with it what it may.

  It can bring with it nothing
  But he will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
  Will clothe his people too;
Beneath the spreading heavens
  No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens
  Will give his children bread.

  Though vine nor fig-tree neither
  Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
  Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
  His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,
  I cannot but rejoice.
            William Cowper