The autumn, has come, and the beautiful roses
Are gradually falling and fading away:
The leaves and the blossoms, now falling, discloses
That all that is beautiful sinks to decay.
The birds of the woodlands, whose songs have so gladdened
Our hearts, as we wandered through meadow and lane,
Will soon take to flight—but while we are saddened,
We know that in spring they are coming again.
‘Mid all that is changing—in gladness and sorrow—
Believers in Him who is now on the throne,
Wait joyfully still for that precious tomorrow,
That moment when Jesus returns for His own.