As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.@Psalm 103:15-16
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John of Damascus (675-749)

John of Damascus (675-749) (Ποία τοῦ βίού τρυϕὴ διαμένει λύπης ἀμέτοχος); translated from Greek to English by J. Athelstan Riley in The English Hymnal (London: Oxford University Press, 1906), number 361.

Christus, Der Ist Mein Leben Melchior Vulpius, 1609 (🔊 pdf nwc).

What sweet of life endureth
Unmixed with bitter pain?
’Midst earthly change and chances
What glory doth remain?

All is a feeble shadow,
A dream that will not stay;
Death cometh in a moment,
And taketh all away.

O Christ, a light transcendent
Shines in Thy countenance,
And none can tell the sweetness,
The beauty of Thy glance.

In this may Thy poor servant
His joy eternal find;
Thou calledst him, O rest him,
Thou lover of mankind!