There's naught on earth to rest on,
All things are changing here,
The smiles of joy we gaze on,
The friend we count most dear;
One friend alone is changeless,
The One too oft forgot,
Whose love has stood for ages;
Our Jesus changeth not.
The sweetest floweret on earth
That sheds its fragrance round,
Ere evening comes has withered,
And lies upon the ground;
The dark and dreary desert,
Has only one green spot,
'Tis found in living pastures,
With Him who changeth not.
And clouds o'ercast our summer sky,
So beautiful, so-bright,
And while we still admire it,
It darkens into night;
One sky alone is cloudless,
There darkness enters riot,
'Tis found alone with Jesus,
And Jesus changeth not.
And friendship's smile avails not
To cheer us here below,
For friends are passing onward,
They quickly ebb and flow;
One smile alone can gladden,
What'er the pilgrim's lot,
It, is the smile of Jesus,
For Jesus changeth not.
And thus our bark moves onward
O'er life's tempestuous sea;
While death's unerring hand
Is stamped on all we see;
But faith has found a living One,
Where hope deceiveth not;
For life is hid with Jesus,
And Jesus changeth not.
There's naught on earth to rest on,
All things are changing here,
The smiles of joy we gaze upon,
The friends we count most dear;
One friend alone is changless,
The One too oft forgot,
Whose love has stood for ages,
Our Jesus changeth not.