come up hither.
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Doth not man's beauty die?
E'en as the dying flower, the fading hue,
As bright and glorious, as transient too?
Doth not the weeping eye,
The sorrowing heart, its mournful tribute pay,
When life's fair blossoms wither and decay?
E'en as the dying flower, the fading hue,
As bright and glorious, as transient too?
Doth not the weeping eye,
The sorrowing heart, its mournful tribute pay,
When life's fair blossoms wither and decay?
Yet, as Spring's quickening breath
Yearly the forest's foliage renews,
Life through our souls God's Spirit shall infuse.
Where is thy power, O Death!
To chain the souls, that, struggling to be free,
May blissful share God's own eternity?
Yearly the forest's foliage renews,
Life through our souls God's Spirit shall infuse.
Where is thy power, O Death!
To chain the souls, that, struggling to be free,
May blissful share God's own eternity?
"COME UP HITHER."
Come to the holy feast,
The table of our Lord.
Ye of the gathering band the least,
List to the gracious word.
A contrite spirit with you bring;
God will not spurn your offering.
The table of our Lord.
Ye of the gathering band the least,
List to the gracious word.
A contrite spirit with you bring;
God will not spurn your offering.
Pour ye the fervent prayer,
As at his feet ye bend.
Will not the Saviour meet you there?
His guiding spirit lend?
As at his feet ye bend.
Will not the Saviour meet you there?
His guiding spirit lend?
