His voice of compassion may sweetly remind thee,
Thy life, in thy trials, is hidden with HIM.
But short is our sojourn on earth at the longest,
The day comes apace mid our pleasure and strife,
When, though to the seeming we flourish the fairest,
Shall our roots be plucked up from this nursery—life:
And O, when the tomb life’s scenes from us shall sever,
When death’s awful shadow this world shall bedim,
May we rise to the kingdom of life and for ever
Be planted in glory—true branches of HIM.