These Boasted Joys by Henry Law

You may have wealth, it cannot profit long. You may have health, decay will cause its flower to fade. You may have strength, it soon will totter to the grave. You may have honours, a breath will blast them. You may have flattering friends. They are but as a summer brook.

These boasted joys often now cover an aching heart, but they never gave a grain of solid peace. They never healed a wounded conscience. They never won approving looks from God. They never crushed the sting of sin.

Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom, or the strong man boast of his strength, or the rich man boast of his riches, but let him who boasts boast about this, that he understands and knows me, that I am the Lord who exercises kindness, justice, and righteousness on earth, for in these I delight.