So Fades the Blooming Flower

Verse 1

So fades the lovely blooming flow’r, Frail, smiling solace of an hour; So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die.

Verse 2

Is there no kind, no healing art, To soothe the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace, be ever nigh; Thy comforts are not made to die.

Verse 3

Let gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope revives again, Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye, And faith points upward to the sky.