Passing away.

AS shadows cast by cloud and sun, Flit o'er the summer grass. So in thy sight Almighty one, Earth's generations pass.

And with the years an endless host, Come pressing swiftly on; The brightest names that earth can boast, Just glisten, and are gone.

Yet doth the Star of Bethlehem shed, A lustre pure and sweet; And still it leads as once it led, To the Messiah's feet.

O Father may that holy star, Grow every year more bright; And send its glorious beams afar, To fill the world with light.