Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.