The morning flowers display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold,

As careless of the noon-day heats

And fearless of the evening cold.

2 Nipt by the wind’s untimely blast,

Parched by the sun’s directer ray,

The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away.

3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride and beauty shows;

Fairer than spring the colors shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose.

4 Or worn by slowly rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day,

The fading glory disappears,

The short-lived beauties die away.

5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,

With luster brighter far shall shine;

Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.

6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,

If heaven must recompense our pains;

Perish the grass, and fade the flower,

If firm the word of God remains.