The Years Must Come and Go

Swiftly the years

with their hopes and fears

With their share of joy and sor­row

Ever haste away

and the part­ing day

Seems to sigh for the com­ing mor­row.

Hearts may ache

and hearts may break

Friends may die and ter­rors wake

And our vi­sions seem ap­pal­ling;

While the tide of time shall roll

Pangs of grief may whelm the soul

’Midst the dark­ness ’round us fall­ing

For the years must come and go

And the streams of sor­row flow;

Till be­yond the dark

dark riv­er;

There will be no fleet­ing years;

There will be no sighs or tears

But a feast of joy for­ev­er!

Happiest hours

like the bloom­ing flow­ers

Pass away we know not whi­ther;

And with ach­ing heart

with the loved we part

Earthly hopes like the blos­soms wi­ther.

While the days shall come and go

Let us ban­ish hu­man woe

Let us dry the tears of ang­uish;

Let us com­fort those who grieve

Daily striv­ing to re­lieve

Faint and wea­ry ones who lang­uish.

Happy the days which in grate­ful praise

We re­joic­ing spend to­ge­ther;

But a hap­pier time in a bright­er clime

Shall be ours

and be ours for­ev­er.

And the time is draw­ing nigh

As the days are go­ing by

Days that find no fond re­turn­ing;

Let us haste the heav’n­ly way

Let us ev­er watch and pray

While the lamp of life is burn­ing.