Gold in my
Hall and wisdom filled my
Chamber gardens and
Songs and pleasures
Without end
Yet in the
Night a hollow sound kept
Echoing all that I
Held was vapor in the breeze
What I had
Chased dissolved before the
Morning kingdoms of
Dust were resting on my tongue
All that re
Mains when every crown has
Crumbled
All that en
Dures when beauty fades to
Grey
Is to re
Vere what made the stars in
Silence and walk with
You for You alone are
Real
Silver and
Song the finest voices
Gathered vineyard and
Throne could not contain my
Longing
Seasons re
Vealed the weariness of
Grasping nothing be
Low could fill what You had made
Rivers re
Turn to where they first be
Gan now so does the
Soul that wandered far from home
All that re
Mains when every crown has
Crumbled
All that en
Dures when beauty fades to
Grey
Is to re
Vere what made the stars in
Silence and walk with
You for You alone are
Real
At the far
End of every path I
Journeyed one voice spoke
Clear above the restless noise
Honor the
One who formed you in the
Dawning this is the
Whole of everything we are
All that re
Mains when every crown has
Crumbled
All that en
Dures when beauty fades to
Grey
Every pur
Suit returns to holy
Stillness and rests in
You for You alone are
Home
God of the
Deep and those who sought be
Yond it draw every
Soul back to Your living
Word
