My Hope And Treasure Lies Above

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

And Time Brings Down What Is Both Strong And Tall. But Plants New Set To Be Eradicate, And Buds New Blown, To Have So Short A Date, Is By His Hand Alone That Guides Nature And Fate.

If What I Do Prove Well, It Won't Advance. They'll Say It's Stolen, Or Else It Was By Chance.

But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

Youth Is The Time Of Getting, Middle Age Of Improving, And Old Age Of Spending.