Christian Hope

If with the Lord your hope doth rest,With Christ who reigns above,Loose from its bonds your captive breast,And heavenward point its love.

Yes, heavenward. Ye're of holy birth,Bid your affections soarAbove the vain delights of EarthWhich fading, bloom no more.

Seek ye some pure and thornless rose?Some friend with changeless eye?Some fount whence living water flows?Go, seek those things on high.

Thither bid Hope a pilgrim go,And Faith her mansion rear,Even while amid this world of woeYe shed the stranger's tear.

If Folly tempts or Sin allures,Be dead to all their art,So shall eternal life be yoursWhen time's brief years depart.