Christian
Autumn Days (p) Treasured things, they disappear On Earth His Angels tread, With autumn leaves, another year, Falls down upon our heads To every earthly love there comes The shadow of decay Revealing Joy of Him above To help our weary way And while the wind gives up her moans To scare in mountains steep He kisses our dear Children's brow And ushers them to sleep A sharp morning's heartbeat moves so fast It fills our minds with dread Of passing years and silent tears That youthfulness has fled? Yet on a harp, a tune is played A song for every ear Brings warmth upon low frosty ground And icey snow peaked fears And if we stopped to hear His Harp A tune that's gently strained Such a warmth within our hearts Would come from sweet refrains We'd hear the song in unison On Autumn's icey hours And at the homes of lonely folk Who stare from golden towers And as young men in later years Like Autumn, grow and change The Harp will say much more than Fall Of Love which e'er remains An everlasting song of Love Through seasons, space and time A Love which warms eternities Which no man can define. A strain which sweeps the coldest heart With gladness faith and joy And plays its tune eternally For all who will enjoy.