There is a change in all below;
Nought sure beneath the sky:

There is a change in all below;
      Nought sure beneath the sky:
Suns rise and set, tides ebb and flow,
      And man but lives to die.

Our joys and sorrows, hopes and fears,
      Still course each other on:
A blessing in our path appears
      We grasp, and it is gone!

No drop of honey, but a sting
      Within it lies concealed;
No hour that passes, but its wing
      Away some good has wheeled.

The joyous sun that lights today
      But clouds tomorrow's sky:
The stars but shine to fall away;
      The world but lives to die.

And let them pass – each earthly thing –
      While, Lord, 'tis mine to stand
On Thy eternal word, and cling
      To Thy almighty hand.

Though sun and moon should sink in gloom,
      Thy promise ne'er declines:
Dissolving worlds but leave Thee room
      To work Thy vast designs.

Linked to Thy truth I hold me up,
      Though earth from 'neath me slide:
And take content whatever cup
      Thy wisdom may provide.

Bitter or sweet, I little heed:
      All, all is sweet to me,
While I my title clearly read
      To joys at last with Thee.

~ Henry Francis Lyte

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