Christian Worship Autumn.
The leaves, around me falling,
Are preaching of decay;
The hollow winds are calling,
Come, pilgrim, come away:
The day, in night declining,
Says I must, too, decline;
The year its bloom resigning,
Its lot foreshadows mine.
The light my path surrounding,
The loves to which I cling,
The hopes within me bounding,
The joys that round me wing,-
All, all, like stars at even,
Just gleam and shoot away,
Pass on before to heaven,
And chide at my delay.
The friends gone there before me
Are calling from on high,
And happy angels o’er me
Tempt sweetly to the sky:
Why wait, they say, and wither,
‘Mid scenes of death and sin?
O, rise to glory, hither,
And find true life begin.