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 united 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 lingering 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.
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #673