Reason, Sad World Poem by James Ephraim McGirt

Ye proud and merry world,
Reason with me I pray;
Why weary for the things
That soon shall pass away?
Oh think so soon thou'll die,
On earth will be no more;
What value then will be
The wealth you have in store?
Dust thou believe in God
Of whom so much thou'st heard?
If so, why not be calm?
Pray take him at His word.
Thou knowest life and all
The wealth of sea and land;
And all thou soul can wish
He hold'st in His hand.
Then seek ye for true life,
And all that thou doth need,
Beseech it of our God,
And cease to man to plead;
His promises are true,
Yea, more than we have heard,
And this thou too would'st see,
Should we but trust His word.
Let us first Heaven seek;
Of all, this prize is best,
And God has in His word
So promised all the rest.
Sad world repining cease,
Oh warriors, cease your strife;
Strive not for wealth nor praise,
But seek eternal life.