1
O who, in such a world as this,
Could bear his lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope of bliss
Unclouded yet remain?
2
That hope the sovereign Lord has given
Who reigns above the skies;
Hope that unites the soul to heaven
By faith's endearing ties.
3
Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the hungering heart from earth
And speed its flight above.
4
And every pang that wrings the breast,
And every joy that dies,
Bids us to seek a purer rest
And trust to holier ties.
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