1869
Fanny J. Crosby
W.F. Sherwin
Bright jewels for the Sunday school
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1 Is the light of beauty waning? Shed no tear of vain regret; Do not grieve tho' youth has faded, And the morning star has set. Chorus: Strike thy tent and urge thy way, To thy house not made with hands, To the realms of endless day; To the happy angel bands. 2 Is the weight of care and sorrow Pressing down thy weary heart? Early hopes and kindred pleasures, Do they one by one depart? 3 Is thy footstep, once so buoyant, Growing faint and feeble now? Has the chilly frost of winter Left its traces on thy brow? 4 Summer flow'rs may los their fragrance, Autumn's withered leaves may fall, In the brighter land before thee, Thou will tank thy God for all.