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Life Is A Span, A Fleeting Hour

Author: Anne Steele Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9515 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour, How soon the vapor flies! Man is a tender, transient flower, 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 pleased our eyes before? 3 The once loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, And withered all her joys. 4 But wait the interposing gloom And lo, winter flies! And dressed in beauty’s fairest bloom The flowery 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. Languages: English Tune Title: BEATITUDO

Life is a span, a fleeting hour

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #446 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances On the Death of Relatives and Friends; On the death of a child Languages: English

Life is a span, a fleeting hour

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #714 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 The one lov'd form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps her comforts fled, And wither'd all her joys. 3 But wait the interposing gloom, And lo! stern winter flies; And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom, The flow'ry tribes arise. 4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore Shall rise in full immortal prime And bloom to fade no more. 5 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears; Religion points on high: There everlasting spring appears, And joys that cannot die. Topics: Death Death of the young; On the death of a child