Text: | Thus one by one our loved ones go |
Author: | F. E. Belden |
Tune: | OSBORNE |
Composer: | Edwin Barnes |
1 Thus one by one our loved ones go,
From year to year, from snow to snow;
The buds of springtime hardly bloom
Ere winter plucks them for the tomb.
2 The sweetest songsters soonest fly,
The fondest hopes the soonest die,
And harps but once to gladness strung
Are on the weeping-willows hung.
3 How much of grief, how little joy,
How little gold, how much alloy,
How many doubts, how many fears
Ye bring us, O ye passing years.
4 Though sorrow dims our vision here,
Faith points beyond this mortal sphere,
Where tears of anguish never flow,
Where pain and death none ever know.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Thus one by one our loved ones go |
Author: | F. E. Belden |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | Death and Resurrection |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | OSBORNE |
Composer: | Edwin Barnes |
Meter: | L. M. |
Key: | F Major or modal |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #914 or 923. |