Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.

Yet this thou art alive, but if ye soar,My poor frail heart will have beat out its cryAnd sadly miss thy sweet form all the moreWhile helplessly I stand and watch you die.

O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!

Disperse the sorrow of my sadden'd mindO Lord, help me some blessed peace to find!

The seasons bring to life the living lyre

O Weep No More ForMe When I Am Gone!

Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.

Mountains clothed in snowRobed in white against blue skiesMirrored in the lake.

To them, eternal life beginsAnd God Himself shall wipe away all tears.