By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Isaiah xl 6-8
      1 THE morning flowers display their sweets,
      And gay their silken leaves unfold
      As careless of the noontide heats,
      As fearless of the evening cold.

      2 Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,
      Parched by the sun's directer ray,
      The momentary glories waste,
      The short-lived beauties die away.

      3 So blooms the human face divine,
      When youth its pride of beauty shows;
      Fairer than spring the colours shine,
      And sweeter than the virgin rose.

      4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
      Or broke by sickness in a day,
      The fading glory disappears,
      The short-lived beauties die away.

      5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
      With lustre brighter far shall shine;
      Revive with ever-during bloom,
      Safe from diseases and decline.

      6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,
      If heaven must recompense our pains:
      Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
      If firm the word of God remains.