Life Is Transient

Such is the state of life, my friend,
That all is transient here;
If we have trials to contend,
Our heaven, our home is near.
If our dear friends around us fall,
Or other sorrows come,
Let’s think the warnings are a call,
To speed our passage home.
If prosperous days around us smile,
Then view the hand that gives,
But let not prosperous days beguile
Our souls from him that lives.
If clouds or storms be seen afar,
And dreary winter come,
May we be mindful of the Star
That guides our passage home.