Fairest scenes are changing—fading,
Dearest friends must one day part,
Fondest hopes and brightest prospects
Die, and disappoint the heart,
Down here.
But beyond earth’s transient pleasures,
Fleeting joys and changing friends,
Faith sees One whose changeless glory
Far this mirage-scene transcends,
Up there.
There Lord, let mine eye be fixed,
Heart and mind repose at home.
Listing as time’s shadows deepen—
For thy loving welcome, “Come”
Up here.