See the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered, to the ground,
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound:
“Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.
“What though yet no losses grieve you—
Gay with health and many a grace—
Let not cloudless skies deceive you:
Summer gives to autumn place.”
On the Tree of Life eternal,George Horne
Lord, let all our hopes be stayed!
This alone, forever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #715.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018