When verdant fields are seen no more,

Where Heaven’s beams can never shine,

Earth’s hidden treasures to explore

We labour in the gloomy mine.

But bright the torches’ yellow rays

That light us on our darksome way,

And sweet the voice of Hope that says,

“We soon shall see the light of day.”

And thus awhile must all mankind

Toil on and labour here below,

Poor sinful mortals, weak and blind,

And subject all to pain and woe.

But brightly shines God’s holy Word

Which lights us on our darksome way,

And sweet the hope its leaves afford,

“We soon shall see a heavenly day.”