To the Sky

So fades the lovely blooming flower

Frail solace of an hour

So soon our transient comforts fly

And pleasure blooms to die

Is there no kind, no healing art

To soothe my anguished heart

Spirit of grace be ever nigh

Thy comforts not to die

Let gentle patience smile on pain

Till hope revives again

Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye

And faith points to the sky

To the sky

To the sky