Classic Poem

When human hopes and joys depart,
I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart,
And, on my weary spirit steal,
The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.

I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think, that he, who governs there,
Still keeps me in his guardian care.

I gaze upon the opening flower,
Just moistened with the evening shower,
And bless the love which made it bloom,
To chase away my transient gloom.

I think, whene'er this mortal frame,
Returns again from whence it came,
I shall but slumber in the ground,
Till heaven's awakening trumpet sound;
Then wing my spirit's happy flight,
To regions of eternal light!

When human hopes and joys depart,
I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart,
And, on my weary spirit steal,
The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.

I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think, that he, who governs there,
Still keeps me in his guardian care.

I gaze upon the opening flower,
Just moistened with the evening shower,
And bless the love which made it bloom,
To chase away my transient gloom.

I think, whene'er this mortal frame,
Returns again from whence it came,
I shall but slumber in the ground,
Till heaven's awakening trumpet sound;
Then wing my spirit's happy flight,
To regions of eternal light!