ROCK OF AGES

 

ROCK OF AGES

 

Graves adorn our blasted heaths

Row on row like children's teeth

 When hill doth fall and last star tires

 When the tide-locked Moon is retired

When hoary earth is curt dismissed

And heavens melt as merest mist

When scarcest wisps of dusty breath

Are ushered off to second death

You'll remain the same

Who was and is and is to come

The same forever more

Old is Time, but not old like Thee

Our Rock of Ages