Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Rejoice rejoice the promised time is coming
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Tune: Millenial Glory
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Page Number: 114, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO what a power hath years to change
Each transient earthly scene,
To make the pleasures of the past
As though they had not been.
'Tis mournful to retrace the past,
And bring to memory's eye
The days, or brightest, happiest days
Of joyous infancy.
The world, was it not brighter then,
Without those cares and fears
Which oft, like storm clouds, rise to burst
On our maturer years?
Have all the hopes been realized
Which thronged life's early dreams,
Or on the future does the star
Of promise shed its beams?
Ah, no! the flowers of hope we've learned
Oft blossom but to fade,
And though life has its sunny spots
It also has its shade.
But ah! The dream of youth has fled,
The brightest, purest ray
Which lights our pathway till the hour
We seek our Kindred clay.