The Body dies; the Soul suffers no Decay

Time grows not old with length of years;
Changes he brings but changes not;
New born each moment he appears;
We run our race, and are forgot.

Stars in perennial rounds return,
As from eternity they came,
And to eternity might burn;
We are not for one hour the same.

Spring flowers renew their glad perfume,
But ere a second spring they fly;
Our life is longer than their bloom,
Our bloom is sweeter,--yet we die.

Stars, like Spring-flowers, shall pass away;
Time, like the stars, must cease to roll;
We have what never can decay,--
Like flowers and stars and time,--a soul.

Lord God! when time shall end his flight,
Stars set and flowers revive no more;
May we behold Thy face in light,
Thy love in Jesus Christ adore.