A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#446

446. Life is a span, a fleeting hour

1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender transient flow'r,
That e'en in blooming dies.

2 Death spreads like winter's frozen arms,
And beauty smiles no more.
Ah! where are now those rising charms,
Which pleas'd our eyes before?

3 The once lov'd form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.

4 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;
And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.

5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.

6 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.

Text Information

• First Line: Life is a span, a fleeting hour
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Particular Occasions and Circumstances: On the Death of Relatives and Friends; On the death of a child

Tune Information

(No tune information)