If We Had No Winter, The Spring

My Age I Will Not Once Lament, / But Sing, My Time So Near Is Spent.

My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

We Must, Therefore, Be Here As Strangers And Pilgrims, That We May Plainly Declare That We Seek A City Above.

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Loved By Wife, Then Thee.

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.