Lord, we thank Thee for the sunshine,
For the sweet and balmy air;
All around us Thou hast lavished
Lifts which tell thatbThou art here.
Lord, the leaves to us are speaking,
Waving gently in the breeze;
“Life is short,” they seem to tell us,
“Not for long we grace the trees.”
Ah! Lord Jesus, Thou hast told us,
As a leaf we all do fade;
But in death we hail the advent
Of a life beyond the grave.
Spring is ours, as well as autumn,
An eternal, fadeless spring;
On the Resurrection Morning
Perfected, Thy praise we’ll sing.
Never more shall we be weary,
Never bear one taint of sin
Speed the wings of time, Lord Jesus,
Love’s eternity begin.
“Surely I come quickly. Amen, ever so, come, Lord Jesus.” Revelation 22:20.
ML 04/08/1945