32b DISTRESS - as written
1991 Denson Revision
to the Cooper book version of this tune
So fades the lovely blooming flow'r,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour;
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasures only bloom to die.
Is there no kind, no healing art
To soothe the anguish of the heart?
Spirit of grace, be ever nigh;
Thy comforts are not made to die.
Let gentle patience smile on pain,
Till dying hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.