The world is sad with hopes that die,
With joys that gleam and then go by,
And dim the mor­tal eyes that gaze
On set­ting suns of part­ing days.

Better the hope, the joy, the light
For spi­ri­tu­al heart and sight!
For they whose life is hid on high
Shall ne­ver part and ne­ver die.

They ne­ver part! that saint­ly band,
Heirs of the hea­ven­ly, ho­ly land;
Whom God the Spir­it hath made one
With God the Fa­ther and the Son.

They ne­ver die! the death­ly strife
But ush­ers them to glo­ri­ous life:
From their last ene­my they gain
Their birth to bliss, their end to pain.

But woe to them whose hearts are giv’n
To joys and trea­sures not of Heav’n;
Their wild awak­ing is to shame,
The se­cond death in end­less flame.

O Je­su, teach our hearts to soar
And grasp those things which are be­fore,
That af­ter death our life may be
The im­mor­ta­li­ty with Thee!