Earth’s bright hopes must fade,

Not those which grace hath given;

Joys were fleeting made,

But not the joys of Heaven!

Stars that shine above,

And flowers that cannot wither,

These are types of peace and love

That shall abide for ever.

Who that seeks the skies

Would mourn earth’s pleasures blighted,

Weep o’er broken ties

Soon to be re-united?

Blest e’en awhile to be

In darkness and in sorrow,

Assured we soon the dawn shall see

Of an eternal morrow!