The World Is Sad with Hopes That Die

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!