When every flower has shed its bloom
Afar upon life’s changing ground,
And in the chilling autumn gloom
Their leaves are drifted all around.
One blossom still will lift its eyes
Unto the changeless summer skies.
When life’s poor lyre has ceased to play,
When faith and love no longer sing,
Still through the shades of closing day
Will tremble one unbroken string
To make life’s music still ascend
In harmony unto the end.
Oh, flower of hope with deathless hue,
Oh, song of hope, unsilenced still,
Beyond the vast, eternal blue
Ye shine and echo on until
The journey’s ended and the way
Leads into God’s eternal day.