Lord, we thank Thee for the sunshine,
For the sweet and balmy air;
All around us Thou hast lavished
Gifts which tell that Thou 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.
ML 04/30/1939