Text: | The morning flowers display their sweets |
Author: | S. Wesley, Jr. 1691-1739 |
Tune: | COBDEN STREET |
Composer: | Alfred E. Whitehead, 1887- |
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 Worn by the slowly rolling years,
Broken 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, and death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The morning flowers display their sweets |
Author: | S. Wesley, Jr. 1691-1739 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1917 |
Topic: | Flowers: Fading; Brevity of Life; Children: Death, of(4 more...) |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | COBDEN STREET |
Composer: | Alfred E. Whitehead, 1887- |
Meter: | L.M. |
Key: | G Major or modal |