O who, in such a world as this,
Could bear his lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope of bliss
Unclouded yet remain?

That hope the sovereign Lord has given
Who reigns above the skies;
Hope that unites the soul to heaven
By faith's endearing ties.

Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the hungering heart from earth
And speed its flight above.

And every pang that wrings the breast,
And every joy that dies,
Bids us to seek a purer rest
And trust to holier ties.