Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust; a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.
Isaac Watts, 1734.
492 Rest. L.M.
(1084) The Fading Flower.
So fades the lovely, blooming flower--
Frail smiling solace of an hour!
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.