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