559. The morning flowers display their sweets

1 The morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold.

2 Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,
Parched by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-lived beauties die away.

3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose.

4 Worn by the slowly rolling years,
Broken by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-lived beauties die away.

5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.

6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.

Text Information
First Line: The morning flowers display their sweets
Author: S. Wesley, Jr. 1691-1739
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: Flowers: Fading; Brevity of Life; Children: Death, of (4 more...)
Tune Information
Name: COBDEN STREET
Composer: Alfred E. Whitehead, 1887-
Meter: L.M.
Key: G Major or modal



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