1 As fades the lovely blooming flow'rs,
And with the winds do fly:
Just such are they who live but hours,
And only born to die.
2 It is beyond the greatest art,
to move that load of care;
It wounds the tender parent's heart,
Which nature has to bear.
3 O let the gospel then be night,
It is the strongest aid;
Such consolations never die,
That Christ shall raise the dead.Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCXXVII