(Thursday, 2nd April 2026)
[Verse 1]
Vanity upon vanity,
A shadow swiftly flown;
A man may labour all his days,
Yet reap but grief alone.
He gathers much with eager hand,
And calls the treasure gain,
But if his soul be cast aside,
His whole reward is pain.
[Chorus]
Vanity, O vanity,
A chasing of the wind;
The race of Earth is vain indeed,
If man forgets his end.
Watch your back, O man of dust,
Let wisdom guide your way;
Turn back from every futile path
While it is still day.
[Verse 2]
What can a mortal ever give
To buy his soul once lost?
Though he gains all the world,
Too dreadful is the cost.
The life of man is spirit-bound,
Not flesh and bread alone;
Who scorns the rule of his Creator
Shall die in dark unknown.
[Chorus]
Vanity, O vanity,
A chasing of the wind;
The race of Earth is vain indeed,
If man forgets his end.
Watch your back, O man of dust,
Let wisdom guide your way;
Turn back from every futile path
While it is still day.
[Verse 3]
Awake, O man, and know thy place,
A father thou must be;
Then take thy pattern from the Father
In truth and purity.
A father who rejects his Source,
And walks a worthless track,
Will leave behind a field of thorns
And pain that lingers black.
[Chorus]
Vanity, O vanity,
A chasing of the wind;
The race of Earth is vain indeed,
If man forgets his end.
Watch your back, O man of dust,
Let wisdom guide your way;
Turn back from every futile path
While it is still day.
[Verse 4]
The day is coming swiftly on,
It hastens to the gate,
When each shall answer for his time
Before it is too late.
"How did you spend the days you were given?
How did you use the light of grace?"
Then tears shall flow like mighty streams
For those who shunned His face.
[Chorus]
Vanity, O vanity,
A chasing of the wind;
The race of Earth is vain indeed,
If man forgets his end.
Watch your back, O man of dust,
Let wisdom guide your way;
Turn back from every futile path
While it is still day.
[Verse 5]
No backward road shall then be found,
No forward path remains.
The race once run, the record sealed,
The loss, the endless pain.
But while the sun of mercy shines,
Return, repent, come back;
Flee from the race of vanity,
And watch thy soul, watch back.
[Chorus]
Vanity, O vanity,
A chasing of the wind;
The race of Earth is vain indeed,
If man forgets his end.
Watch your back, O man of dust,
Let wisdom guide your way;
Turn back from every futile path
While it is still day.
