“Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.” PeopleWorldWritingHeartAgeLyingDiesGrowsFlowerHairEternityGrayFadesWrinklesBrowsGray Hair Author:Reginald Heber
“The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be lull'd—the Sun and Moon forget their old decree, But we in Nature's latest hour, O Lord! will cling to Thee.” MayHoursForgetLordSunWindFlowerMoonSummerSpringBirdWinterTheeAutumnShadeFadesDecreeForsakeLullsSpring May Book:Hymns, written and adapted to the weekly church service of the year Source: Hymns, written and adapted to the weekly church service of the year
