A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) 339. We love this outward world

Text:	The Meaning of Sorrow
Author:	Anonymous

339. The Meaning of Sorrow

We love this outward world,
Its fair sky overhead,—
Its morning’s soft, gray mist unfurled,
Its sunsets rich and red.

But there’s a world within
That higher glory hath;
A life the immortal soul must win,—
The life of joy and faith.

For this the Father’s love
Doth shade the world of sense,
The bounding play of health remove,
And dim the sparkling glance;

That, though the earth grows dull
And earthly pleasures few,
The spirit gain its wisdom full
To suffer and to do.

Holy its world within,
Unknown to sound or sight,—
The world of victory o’er sin,
Of faith, and love, and light.

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