  (illuminated capital) Far from the friends to me most dear, Within the crowded ward I lie, Destined, perhaps, mid strangers here To suffer and to die. Time may all other joys remove Yet leaves he still Faith, Hope, and Love. Faith to the cross my spirit leads, And tells of One now glorified, Who at the Father’s right hand pleads For those for whom He died. What trials can too bitter prove While yet there rest Faith, Hope, and Love? Hope whispers of that happy place Where I my Saviour shall behold, And sing the wonders of His grace To harp of shining gold. What sorrows can our patience move While still remain Faith, Hope, and Love? Love draws my heart towards my kind, Makes me in each a brother (or sister) see, To cheer the sad, to help the blind, Are joys still left to me. Bless my companions, heavenly Dove, Fill them with Faith, and Hope, and Love. There is no pain or sorrow here, For those who will God’s lesson learn, But Faith may brighten, Hope may cheer, And Love to blessing turn; Then Peace descending from above Unites with Faith, and Hope, and Love. |
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