O Who, in Such a World

1O who, in such a world as this,
Could bear his lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope of bliss Unclouded yet remain?

2That hope the sovereign Lord has given Who reigns above the skies;
Hope that unites the soul to heaven By faith's endearing ties.

3Each care, each ill of mortal birth,
Is sent in pitying love,
To lift the lingering heart from earth And speed its flight above.

4And every pang that wrings the breast,
And every joy that dies,
Bids us to seek a purer rest And trust to holier ties.