With reverent fear

In this you greatly rejoice, though for now
Your life flits by, empty at times, sometimes glad.
And in these days, though you furrow your brow,
The breeze on your face can still lift up the sad,
And music is sweet, and the grace that is seen
Falls likewise on righteous, unrighteous,
Both blesses the generous, blesses the mean,
Gives food and gives sun to shine on us.
Despise not the day of the tenderest things:
In each blessing, rejoice; each joy, savour.
Yet know that one day, when the Son of Dawn sings,
All your earthly joys then will be vapour.
So live out your days now in reverent fear,
Rejoicing in Him till the new day appear.