1 See the lovely, blooming flow'r,
Fade and wither in an hour;
So our transient comforts fly,
Earthly pleasures bloom to die,
Earthly pleasures bloom to die.
2 See the leaves are falling fast,
Scatter'd by th' autumnal blast;
So our youthful joys will fade,
Anxious care our breasts invade.
3 Time is passing swift away,
Earthly bliss will soon decay;
Seek we then to find on high,
Pleasures that can never die.
4 'Tis alone beyond the tomb
Vernal flow'rs for ever bloom:
Lord, prepare us by thy grace,
For thy holy dwelling-place.